I always find it wonderfully amazing that the world continues to revolve regardless of what is going on in it. We live in a wonderful world and I am always grateful for the experience of living in it.
The passing of the seasons bring new and wondrous experiences into our lives. Sometimes it is the simplest things that bring light and joy.
You all know what I’m talking about—the return of kids to school. For me it’s getting my living room and kitchen back after a season of having anywhere from 3 to 8 teenage boys hanging out.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that kids like hanging out at our house and I love the idea that my son likes to bring them here. Although, sometimes the thumping of the bass from their music in the basement keeps me awake or the smell of my son cooking pizza or cheesy scrambled eggs at midnight wafts into my dreams. And, I often go the refrigerator only to discover the ice cream, fruit or even milk is all gone.
One day I came home from the store with five bags of groceries. I set them down on the counter and went to the front door to let the cat out. By the time I came back two bags of cookies and two bags of chips had simply disappeared. It was like locusts moved across the kitchen eating everything in sight within seconds.
I’ve since learned to keep my favorite food items hidden. Although my son is pretty good at figuring out where I squirrel away anything chocolate, I still have a hiding spot or two he hasn’t discovered.
But, mostly, I know I can walk into any room where they are congregated, sit down, quiz them about what’s going on in their lives or listen to their conversation, and feel good about what nice kids they are.
They are interested in so many aspects of life and have formed opinions, some very interesting ones, about the world and what is going on it. They are well-informed, intelligent and interesting people. Part of me can’t wait to see what they grow up to be and part of me doesn’t want them to change and go away.
Naturally I love my son very much. Even better I like who he is. He is strong, intelligent, interesting, and sensitive and cares about other people. He has a wonderful sense of humor and a beautiful laugh. And, he surrounds himself with people who are also intelligent caring and funny.
As my son starts his last year of high school, my grandson Matt begins his school career as a kindergartner in Highland, Ind. The cycle of life continues to turn.
My grandson Matt is much like his uncle. He is smart and kind to his sister. He is sensitive and cares about other peoples feelings. He has an uncanny ability to know when his mother or Nana needs a hug or kiss. He is a beautiful little human being who looks up to and adores his uncle.
Time goes on whether we want it to or not but the passing of the seasons is sometimes bittersweet. The last year of high school and the first year of kindergarten are both milestones in a parent and grandparents life. It’s a sign that our beautiful babies are growing and that we too are growing older. But, it is also a sign that we can be proud of our children and the wonderful humans they are growing into…and a little sad at the passing of their childhood. But, then again, what mother doesn’t always see her son as her little boy no matter how old they grow.
Live, love, laugh!