A tiny crocheted guinea pig no bigger than my cell phone (not a smart phone, just a simple cell phone) now lives at my grandson’s house. He is nine. He has so many stuffed animals on his bed that I asked him where he slept. He assured me there was room for him. What does he want for his birthday–next September? Already he has decided. A crocheted monkey.
Well, not quite. But just three days left around here! One friend I talked to said her daughter was already missing school. So I ask my grandchildren if they are ready to go back to school instead of having summer. You guessed right. “No way, Grandma!” My daughter is thinking the same thing. She teaches middle school. She likes her job but confessed that she is looking forward to summer.
My oldest grandson is graduating the end of the month. He will be headed to college next fall. How fast they grow!
I guess I’m a mover and shaker.
Last week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip for a day trip.
This week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip to visit one daughter and four grandchildren for a few days.
Next week I will move in my car about 500 miles round trip to visit another daughter and three grandsons for a few days.
This week I was a shaker. I needed to leave Wednesday morning to come home. I never said goodbye to three of the grandchildren because I lost track of time before my daughter hurried them into the car to catch the bus. They were running late. That shook up my 11-year-old grandson. He called me later because he had “a bone to pick with me.” I had not said goodbye. So I asked forgiveness and said I would give him two kisses and hugs when I came the next time. He forgave me. So maybe next time I go I will only be a mover, not a shaker. I hope.
I went to my younger daughter’s place for Christmas–well not quite Christmas. I came back Christmas eve because they were going to my son’s-in-law family for Christmas. His sweet mother invited me to come along and share Christmas with them, but I decided it would be nice to spend Christmas at home with my sister and her husband.
Monday the six of us (daughter and 4 grandchildren and me) went to my older daughter’s house (about 2 hrs away) and visit her and her 3 boys. It was a full house with two sons of a friend of hers visiting for a couple days. Nine children, ages 14, 13, 11, 10, 10, 10, 8, 7, 5, made a full house. We were blessed that God sent a really nice day and all but the 14 year old ran around outside. What a good day! It was nice to have my daughters visit and to see their children together!
There was a lot this week to keep my mind off missing my mom this Christmas. It was neat time, though I was glad to get back last night to my own bed and the quiet!
I give thanks for this season. I am thankful for the fun, good things, like family. But when the times are not good, the Christmas message gives me peace and hope. When someone loves me enough to leave His kingdom to come to earth to die to satisfy His justice and extend mercy, it shows I can trust Him to act in love in my life, even in the “negative” things. And so, as Christmas day winds down, I am left with the Christmas message for all of my days. I hope all my readers are experiencing the joy and peace of this Christmas message!
I spent Thanksgiving with my daughter and her boys. One of the things I am thankful for is that they live close enough that I have the opportunity to visit them often during the year. I am thankful too that I can live through the sibling rivalry and brother-wrestling! It is quite different from the quiet lifestyle I have living with my sister and her husband, both retired.
My husband I raised two daughters and it has been interesting to watch my grandchildren grow. My husband used to say people lied to him when they said girls were quieter and ate less than boys; he said that until he had grandsons! Then he said, “They didn’t lie!” He was raised as an only child and a quiet one at that. Being with his grandchildren sometimes was a challenge for him!
I love being a Grandma. Although I am glad to be back to my quiet lifestyle, I always cry as I leave and miss my grandchildren when I’m home. I wonder where life will take them and if I will be able to see them often as they grow older. I wonder if I can have an influence for good in their lives. There are lots of temptations out there to pull them off track. So I pray for them, that no matter what happens, God will use it to draw them to himself so I can see them in heaven!
I look forward to spending Christmas with my second daughter and her four! I will be glad to get back to my quiet lifestyle, but I will cry when I leave them and I will miss them. I guess that’s what being a Grandma is all about!