THREE LITTLE GIRLS
And how fast they are growing up
Another post to help me out of my funk. Just can’t seem to sit down and write anything new without letting my feelings take over. When I first thought of writing a blog, I made a promise to myself that it should entertain, amuse, and above all, not let it become political and preachy. But damn it, it is getting harder and harder to hold to my original premise.
So, like I did with my last post, Coffee with Ali, I will post somethings I wrote before, things that bring me comfort and warm memories.
None of these have appeared before in my blog; but rather, they were published in the Bulletin Board section of the St. Paul newspaper over the years, published under my alter ego, the Old Hand.
SOURCE OF PRIDE
I was sitting by the glass doors watching as the wind played with the tree cotton. My five year old granddaughter, Jada, came and stood by me. “Look at all the dandelion fuzz, Papa,” she said. The she softly added, “Somebody must have made a wish.”
One of the birthday presents our 7 year old granddaughter, Jayda, received was a $15 gift card.
The other day, her mother took Jayda and her two younger sisters to the store so Jayda could buy something with her gift card. Jayda knew how she wanted to spend the card, but had kept it a secret.
She took her time, trying to find something that she would not only like, but would fit in with her plan. Finally, she found the perfect thing, a pair of ‘Princess’ sandals for $5. She figured out that the $15 would not only buy her a pair, but would also buy a pair for each of her sisters. Her gift card may be depleted but all three girls enjoy Jada’s birthday present.
Outside of having her bangs trimmed, Jayda, our almost-eight year old granddaughter, has never had a hair cut. She wanted it to grow long so she could donate it to LOCKS OF LOVE, who make wigs for cancer victims. Today she had her hair cut and made the donation.
Such a sweet caring child.
SOURCE OF COMFORT
My wife took her two hibiscus plants into the house early last fall. She kept them alive and well in the family room, patiently waiting for the warm weather so she bring them back outside.
The other day she went to the family room and found that our granddaughter, Jena, had taken all the leaves off of both plants and had them stacked in piles on the bench. Naturally my wife was upset and wanted to know why Jena had done such a thing. Jena just bowed her head and refused to explain her actions.
Then, her older sister, Jada, spoke up in Jena’s defense. In one of their Land Before Time videos, Grandfather Dinosaur is very sick. Littlefoot and his friends go to a forest where a certain tree grows. They pluck the leaves from the tree and bring them to Grandfather, who eats them and becomes well again.
Jena was worried because I was in bed feeling very poorly, and she was going to bring me the leaves so I wouldn’t be sick anymore. Thanks to my little nurse, I felt like a new man, and I didn’t even have to eat the leaves.
SOURCE OF KNOWLEDGE
I just got a lesson in horticulture handed to me by Jaycee, our 4 year old granddaughter. I looked out the window and saw that the daffodils in the field were in full bloom.
‘Come and look at all the pretty yellow daffodils, Jaycee.’ She dragged over a kitchen stool so she could see out the window. ‘Aren’t those daffodils beautiful,’ I asked?
‘Yes,’ she agreed with me, ‘But Poppa, most people call yellow flowers dandelions.’
I got another lesson in nature study from our 4 year old granddaughter, Jaycee. I watched a white heron glide over the trees and land on the far edge of the pond.
‘Jaycee, come here and look. See over there, there’s a white heron.’
She looked and looked and finally saw it ‘That’s a goose, Grandpa.’
‘No. It’s a big white heron.’
‘It’s a goose, Grandpa! A big white goose.!’
‘Okay, it’s a big white goose – named Heron.’
She let out a great sigh. ‘Grandpa,’ she said extending her arms, palms turned upward. ‘Gooses don’t got names.’
I see babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
A lot or prayers, a lot of hard work, lot of hope, and may we have a world, a wonderful world to leave to those who will pick up where we left off…Stay positive. Stay safe.