For the third time I straightened the tangled thermal blanket so that the cottony softness lay gently over my grandson’s face, all the way over his blonde head. Then I tugged the blanket in around his tiny feet and spooned him in close for a soft squeeze and two mutual “hmmms.”
A soft “Taaank yooooo” came from under the aqua blanket. I gave him another soft squeeze and whispered.
“You’re welcome, baby. Nana loves you.”
Finally, my two-year-old grandson settled down. When my hand, stretching lightly across his little frog belly, felt his breathing deepen, I uncovered just his face and then let myself relax. I might or might not be able to sleep but for sure I had some good prayer time available. The little rascal slept better if someone was with him for at least the first hour of his afternoon nap at which point, he tossed and turned (yet again!) then settled again, his eyes never having opened.
Monday through Friday, I have the greatest possible privilege – helping my daughter with my two- and four-year-old grandsons. I get to see these tender years, and with two children! I’ve always said the hardest thing I ever did in my life was putting Sharon in daycare at the age of 3, when the divorce happened.
I cherish each day with them, yes, even though they are both all-boy and quite the handful at times. I learn so much from participating in their innocent joy and spontaneity. Can anything compare with collecting acorns in a bucket, digging in the sandpile, or building playdough cats?
But the one lesson I absorb each day is how happy they seem to be, with so little, and how totally they give their love and acceptance.
Dear Father, thank You, again, for letting me walk through these precious years alongside my grandsons. Help me be more like them in their contentment and unconditional love. And help me remember that my every expression of gratitude to you touches Your heart as much as Allen’s “taaaank yooo” touches mine. I love You, Lord!”