Moments in Time (The Fruit of the Spirit is...Joy)
Rich and I took our youngest grandson, Garrison, to the river to climb on rocks. Rich was six weeks post-back surgery and was not following doctor's orders. I was scrambling over the rocks pushing the envelope on my osteoporosis. Garrison kept offering to help the old folks over fallen logs and giant, moss-covered boulders. We were having fun.
Rich and Garrison would climb out to the edge of the rocks—next step the river. I would go into my "Chicken-Little and the Sky is Falling" routine about them toppling into the water. They would pretend they couldn't hear me so I took lots of pictures in case I needed evidence. Well, no one fell in the river but I got some great pictures. Captured moments.
We are blessed to live close to our grandchildren and have gotten to be part of their lives since they were babies. We have albums full of pictures and hearts full of memories. We didn't want to miss a thing. If we had realized how fast time goes by and how quickly little boys turn to men, we would have taken more time to cherish moments and seasons of change with our own boys. We would have slowed down a bit. But raising children is a busy time. Apparently we weren't totally out of it, though. As the years flew by we managed to fill albums of pictures of our children and store up exciting or embarrassing stories to share at family dinners.
Grandkids, though, are a whole new ballgame. These children of our children are miracles. Caring for babies we didn't have to get up with at night. Transporting little ones to preschool then kindergarten and home for lunch and afternoon naps. Playing endless games of Candyland and Shutes and Ladders (there's a new version call Snakes and Ladders). Playing with bubbles in the sink, baking cookies, building forts out of couch cushions, racing Hotwheel cars down the driveway. . . .Then, beginning to let go as one by one they started school. All the games, school programs, birthday parties, holidays and family gatherings. We showed up at everything we could—what a privilege.
The Good Lord willing, we will have many more seasons with our grandchildren and families. We need to take care of ourselves physically so we can keep up with them, mentally so we can help with math (I was lost after first grade), and spiritually as we have the incredible blessing of letting them see Jesus in our actions and hear about Him in our words.
Lord, You tell us in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 that there is a time and season for everything. Thank You for this season of grandparenting. Our youngest son, James, made up a great word when he was little. So, to quote James, we praise You with all our hearts for the joy and "rememberation" of being Grandma and Grandpa.