Grand Children

I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to be a birth mother. I missed out on that experience with all the ups, downs, and arounds, that lifelong relationship entails. But, a grandmother, even a step-grandmother, is a position I have held since the birth of our grandsons.

My own grandparents on my Daddy’s side I never knew-long story. My grandparents on my Mother’s side were definitely in my life. Having lived through the Depression as young adults, my grandparents worked from sun-up to sun-down. They both worked outside the home, but, when they returned, their work had only just begun. My grandparents were artists. Mama was a seamstress-she could sew anything and took in alterations from folks around town. She was a cook like no other. My early memories of Mama was in the kitchen either cooking or sewing-her sewing machine was in the adjoining den, and the kitchen table was where she cut out all her patterns. Grandaddy was a sheriff, a blacksmith, and a welder/machine maker. He built a very complex machine for the town company and built it so that it could be taken apart and put back together upon arrival in Mexico via train. He was asked to accompany the shipment and help show the men in Mexico how to put the machine back together. He refused-not one to travel or one to have patience with anyone other than himself, a definite artistic personality.

When Grandaddy came home he went directly to his garden-farm. He grew beans, tomatoes, peas, okra, butterbeans, squash, bell pepper, hot pepper, cabbage, turnips and turnip greens, collards, and I am sure I am leaving out several somethings. He used to take his bass boat downtown full of collards and sell them right out of the boat. No one grew anything any better than Granddaddy, and nothing tasted better to him than his own vegetables-according to him and according to anyone who sat down at Mama’s table.

Mama’s passion was sewing. But, married to Granddaddy meant she had to cook and preserve all of what came out of Granddaddy’s garden. He was the producer, she the deliverer. Their efforts never seemed to stop nor their energy. They were constant workers as were all of that generation. Waste not want not their lifelong motto.

Thus, they were not the doting grandparents of the more recent generations. I fared well, though, and inherited much of my artistic personality and energetic drive from them.

I have witnessed the transformation of grandparent-hood; doting, spoiling, playmates, are the norm today. I am a step-grandparent who balks at the term, as I have been there from birth for our grandsons. I don’t think I will ever again say that they are my step-grandsons, as I don’t think they think of me as being a step away.

Dear Lord, I love these boys and worry about them and want the best for these now young men. The relationship has grown and matured as have they. I know the meaning of the phrase that having children is like having your heart walking around outside your body. I do not know the truth of that. What I do know is that having grandchildren is having your heart forever crawling, toddling, falling, and throwing arms upward-in my direction. Nothing could be grander than that!

I know I am a child of God, but, I like the idea of being doted on, spoiled, and having a playmate that enjoys all of nature with exuberant JOY! I know I need the discipline a parent must administer to their children. I need direction and guidance. I need You, I want You as my Heavenly Father. But I also know that grand-ness that is You. I have received more from You than I ever need or could ever want. I am loved. I know that. I am cherished and adored. I know that. I am a child that is grand, because I have a parent that is GRAND!

Thank You, Dear Lord, is not enough, and can never be enough. But, somehow, I think loving my time spent with You is what honors You most!

 

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”  Matthew 19:14

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.  1 John 3:1

Jesus Loves Me

Verse one: Anna B. Warner, 1860       Verse two and three: David R. McGuire                      

  1. Jesus loves me! This I know,
    For the Bible tells me so;
    Little ones to Him belong;
    They are weak, but He is strong.

    • Refrain:
      Yes, Jesus loves me!
      Yes, Jesus loves me!
      Yes, Jesus loves me!
      The Bible tells me so.
  2. Jesus loves me! This I know,
    As He loved so long ago,
    Taking children on His knee,
    Saying, “Let them come to Me.”
  3. Jesus loves me still today,
    Walking with me on my way,
    Wanting as a friend to give
    Light and love to all who live.
  4. Jesus loves me! He who died
    Heaven’s gate to open wide;
    He will wash away my sin,
    Let His little child come in.
  5. Jesus loves me! He will stay
    Close beside me all the way;
    Thou hast bled and died for me,
    I will henceforth live for Thee.

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