Our family, in Battlement Mesa, came the other day, bringing with them only one grandchild. The other two have developed into a teenager, with friends, and a tween with babysitting jobs.
Like gathering cattails, which she calls: “Fluffy Corn dogs”.
“Come with me, Grammy! she called; practically vibrating with eagerness, to slip and slide down the hill, into the dried cattail area.
We walked over the hill to that special spot where the cattails stems brush lightly together in the gentle breeze. She gathered many fluffy corn dogs breaking them open to fly away in the wind allowing the little cattail seed to caress the earth as they landed.
Time moves on…always. As a parent/grandparent you look at each one of your children and your grandchild and wish with all your heart you could take away everything harmful and make their lives perfect. But you know you mostly can’t–they have to do ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ is— by themselves.
But for this tiny moment of time I enjoyed the essence of life a grandchild brings.
From my world to your heart,