I have heard the term "writer's block" forever and never understood how someone could run out of something to say. Well, I have sort of had Blog Block and have had a hard time coming up with something, but my Granddaughter Grace gave me an idea.
While in Dallas to attend Grandparents Day at Grace's elementary school (I know I am way too young to be a grandmother, but I do love it) she and I were riding in the car. She asked in her beautiful, sweet little voice if I knew we had a black president. It was a very good thing I had my seatbelt on as I almost fell out of the car. She's in kindergarten for heaven's sake. What does she know about national politics? She's supposed to be playing on the playground and be my innocent sweet little girl. Well, the conversation continued; she paused as if in deep thought and then said "I don't think he is black, I think he is brown". Well, needless to say I tried very hard to contain myself and not laugh at her because she was so serious. As they say, out of the mouth of babes.
It made me stop and think about how our world has changed and wonder what her life will be like as she ages. Being a grandparent takes you so out of your own life and puts you into the life of this little human being whose very existence is a miracle since they were born to those rotten kids you had. I cannot begin to explain how much I love being a Grandmother. I have 3 Grand Girls; Emily, Grace and Lilly. They are, without a doubt, the most beautiful girls in the world. I just can't understand how they were born to that goofy teenage kid, who lived to aggravate his parents. It is amazing how life and age changes people. He is now telling me how to cook and asking if I know how much a gallon of milk costs. This is the kid who would leave milk out on the counter after drinking from the container and not think twice about it. While babysitting one time for those beautiful Grand Girls he left me a note on how to bake the chicken that he didn't get cooked before they had to leave; he even told me what temperature to use for baking. I wonder how all those meals appeared on our table while he was growing up??? I should also mention that this goofy teenager is now an airline pilot; how does he get from one place to the other without his mom's help???
Life goes on, we all age (except me, of course) and things change. Accept every day and know that someday you may be lucky enough to have grandchildren while remaining young and attractive, even though your children think you are dumber than a stump.
Article by: Carol Hawkins
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