07 Mar

Being a Grandparent is Grand

No man could ever be more proud.  My immediate family includes American citizens, both male and female, who make me too anointed to be disappointed and blessed to be depressed.  They run the gambit from pre-teen to adult, Five female and five male, blended.  Beautiful, intelligent, talented and respectful.  All are, or will be, well educated and solid with fine parents.  My biggest problem is that I didn't spend time with all while they grew.  My bad, but we're certainly making up for that lack.  My friend out in Idaho sent me a jewel of conversations others have had with grandchildren. I will share one or two as time goes along. In the order sent:

1. A grandmother was putting on her makeup observed by her young granddaughter, as she'd done many times before.  After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!"  I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye....

2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday.  He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 62.   My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked,  "Did you start at 1?"

To those of you who have spent these blessed hours, Thank God!  Those men who have not can use prayer, donchaknow.  Really.

I will share more of these precious moments sent by my friend.  He is one of the blessed and he and his wife could share some doozies!

"Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know m anxious thoughts.  See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."                          (Psalm 139: 23-24)

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.


James G Austin '69

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