I want my grandchildren to know how much their Papa and Mama loved them. I want them to know we think of them day and night even when they are not with us. I want them to know when their mothers handed me each of them when they were born…that I cried with great joy when I saw their little body parts all miraculously put together. The real miracle happened when each of them were born. Our grandkids are our little miracles.
When I see my grandchildren, I have the uncontrollable urge to open my hands and excitedly (which sometimes mean loudly) 😂😂😂😂😂😂 shout their names and pick them up with my tightest hugs. We love surprising them with our unannounced visits just to see their smiles and to feel their hugs. We enjoyed seeing them run up to the car on warm summer days as we pulled up in their driveways with as much excitement as we had.
You can buy children anything in the world, but nothing compares to the memories you have with them. I loved the many vacations their Papa and I shared together with them-where every night I would teach them to give God thanks for the simple things they enjoyed for the day…Like the apple juice, the new toy truck, Disney World, the Barbie etc. I enjoyed teaching them about the importance of loving God. I enjoyed hearing them pray first and last thing in the day, at meal times and if someone got sick or hurt. We enjoyed singing songs in the car on long trips and the many stops at varied Mc Donald’s along the way. I want them to know, Papa and Mama tolerated eating the fries in the early days, but became active participants over the years.
We loved buying them stuff and watching them skip off with the packages to show their surprises to their waiting parents. Their chatter in the cars among themselves made us smile with great pride knowing the memories formed will outlast any dream they may have. I’m confident that they will always have each other as their little family village (they are cousins) to go to for advise in the years ahead. Their incredible strengths are so varied that they would be okay in life if they keep on loving each other.
I want my grandkids to grow up in homes where they see and feel loved. Where they see and understand the power of forgiveness and the unity of the family. Where fights and disagreements are won over by incredible outpouring of love and reconciliation. Where they understand the concept of a cord made up of three strands is not easily broken. Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves.
I pray for long and healthy lives for each of them. I want them to learn that the true meaning of life is not made up of how big their cars are; or how expensive their homes are; or the careers that they enjoy, but the true meaning of life is found in building real relationships. Material things will not bring joy to you on a sick and dying bed, but having real relationships will bring healing to you on a sick and dying bed.