Grandchildren! Is there anything more incredible then holding, playing, and loving them! I don't think so! My grandchildren think I am incredible. My heart and wallet stay deep and open to make sure this somewhat illusion remains constant in their minds. This often requires sacrifices of pride and large doses of humility!
Once, my granddaughter asked me to play fashion model with her. As she dressed up exchanging costume after costume, my task involved commentating to the imaginary audience, "And, now as the most impressive young lady approaches us wearing the finest of fashion . . ." Oh, and don't forget the mandatory commercials! After a while, she insisted, "Papa, now it's your turn." Replying with some confusion, "My turn to do what sweet pea?" She stated convincingly, "Your turn to dress up and be the model!"
So, here, this big man walked her imaginary cat walk in imaginary suits and ties down an imaginary walk way! Grandchildren make one feel young again! And, my grandchildren make me feel special because I am special. I am special to them, and play a huge part in their lives reassuring them of my love for them.
This past week we visited our oldest son. Upon entering the house my almost four year old grandson blurted, "Papa! Did you bring the donuts?" Laughing my head off I said, "What?" We hadn't seen each other in four months, and I remembered no mention of donuts at any time. Just this exchange was worth the eight hour drive, and soon after that I left the house in order that I might return to "bring the donuts!" :-)
I love my grandkids! Of all my many many experiences all over the world, not one of them comes close to what I feel when one of the cuddles up and whispers, "Papa, I love you."
Early on a Friday morning I usually spend time tucked away in the Play Land of our local McDonald's. At 6:00 in the morning there are rarely any children present, and I enjoy a hot cup of coffee, my Kindle, and my iPhone. It is during these enriching times of reading, thought, and medication that some reflection is gained.
One Friday in particular, a family entered unexpectedly early. Soon there were three small children in the Play Land elevated just above me playing and doing what children do. As they played, I struggled to clear my chest as I battled with a chest cold persisting for several weeks. As I coughed, a huge chunk of phlegm broke loose. Pulling a napkin from my tray I attempted to discreetly spit the entire contents into my napkin. With that, I folded the napkin and placed it on the tray reaching for my coffee.
Just then a small five year old voice erupted from above me, "Why did you do that?" Looking up I saw a young little girl who stood peering inquisitively. My reply, "Well, I have a cold." Without hesitation she blurted, "Oh, well, when I have a cold my boogers come out of my nose!" And, then without a thought she and her friends turned to play.
Chuckling, I thought of events of the past few weeks and the issues arising between people. From my viewpoint, most the issues emanated from what appeared trivial stuff; yet, the seemingly unimportant generated hardened positions of opinion. As I thought through each stressful episode's conclusion, a glimmer of light shone through into my thinking.
I thought many opinions people argue about are just that. And, really, at the end of the day, doesn't a lot of such stuff just boil down to opinions, perspectives, and boogers; especially boogers.