My oldest daughter has 5 children (4 living). Three are teenagers and the youngest is about to turn 7 years old.
Usually when I go over there he's in the floor playing with his Legos, coloring or playing outside.
I sit and talk with his Mother (my daughter) as he plays. I've always sent him coloring books, super hero books and stickers in the mail. I could just take them to him, but I think it's fun for little kids to get 'mail' just like his mom and dad. I have sent him super hero costumes before (not for Halloween, just for a surprise).
My youngest daughter has been visiting here for 3 weeks with her dog. She drove from Denver. She often worked some during the day (she works from home and can work anywhere there is internet). So, in between, she'd hang out with me and her sister and sister's family. It's been wonderful.
Anyway, I digress...So yesterday the youngest left to drive down to Charlottesville, Charleston and on and on for another week.
She decided to wash the dog at her sister's house before she left. I was videotaping the entire scene. It was so funny, I wanted to send it to my friends.
I was constantly in and out of the sliding door and screen door (trying to not get wet from the dog or hose).
Every time I jumped up and headed to the door, my young grandson (his name is Sean) would run ahead of me, slide open both the screen and heavy glass door and say, "Here Grandma". He must have done this as many as 5 times during the dog washing!
At the end when we all walked in, he held the door for his mom and his aunt, letting them go in first.
He's been going to a private school since kindergarten. My daughter has told me they teach the children to respect other's and it's important to hold the door open and let other's pass through first!
Now, as a 72 year old woman. I've had so many times when I've had to fight my way through the door when approaching. The sad thing is it's usually with a male. I've almost been knocked down because a male is trying to beat me through the door!
I told my daughter I was so proud of her and her husband for the respect they are instilling in their children.
I'm sure many of you would agree that as we all get older we enjoy seeing our grandchildren grow into (what I call "good citizens of the world").
That's a phrase I used to use when I'd talk to my girls. They were three little girls with long pigtails, dresses and all. We'd go out and I'd point upward and say, "What a beautiful day the Lord has given us girls". They look up and say, "Thank you God".
Isn't it wonderful when you work so hard to raise your children and you see how your hard work has paid off?
So many times I'll walk past a young woman and the children are driving her crazy. I just say, "Enjoy your time with them. It will go by so fast. This time with them is the best time of your life". I just keep going.
I have always loved being a wife and a mother. I've never taken for granted the fact that I was able to stay home and raise my girls. We waited 7 years so I could do that.
Both of my married daughters are stay-at-home moms. It's hard work but they love it too.
I'm so happy I'm a woman. I think single mothers don't get the credit they deserve.
OK, I'll stop preaching now. Let me hear some wonderful things about your children or grandchildren.
I love hearing stories about good things in people's lives. It feels like so many people dwell on the bad when there's always good to be found.
I met a wonderful man today. He said he was 53 years old. He looked exactly like a young Bruce Willis (bald head and all). We talked for about 15 minutes about bad knees, his bad shoulder, his mom moving here soon from Minnesota to be with him, and on and on.
He was a cop in Detroit when he was younger. He's had some interesting jobs. We talked about the danger pot is doing and on and on.....come to think of it ....it might have been more than 15 minutes.
All because I asked him to please reach way in the back of the freezer and get my orange creamsicles...
Funny thing is, he wasn't even going to buy any ice cream and after us talking about enjoying life while you can, he reached back in and bought 3 different kinds of ice cream.
As he walked away he reached out his hand and we shook hands. He wished me well and said he enjoyed talking to me.
This happens often. I love people. They are ALL wonderful. Everyone has a story. Everyone I talk to (at some point) comments about how people look at their phones rather than have conversations.
He did say that he thought "electronics" were good and bad.
I said, "I totally agree with you".
So, you guys take care and let me hear some of your 'stories'.
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