This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

January 13, 2011

Be Like a Child

My granddaughter is a cracker. God, i love her. She's the gal at the top of the blog, obviously. I call her my 'pumpkin pie' because she was born the week of Thanksgiving and because of her beautiful skin tone of dark gold that reminds me of my favourite pie...you guessed....pumpkin! my girl loves to cook just like Ruth, her great-grandmother. Every preparation at the stove has to be orchestrated by the chef du jour!! She has learned her 'respectful distance' from the stove but all mixing and adding ingredients passes her inspection and involvement. It's hilarious but she really absorbs the information and enjoys being part of the process. You can tell - she's into it!! I love how a toddler can gravitate and thunder into an interest like that. Her brother did that, too - my sports guy. You need MLB stats, go to my grandson! He's a handsome, unpretentious, happy, healthy lad. Oh, he'll be pushin' the girls away, i'm sure! Being the eldest, he pulls a bit heavier load but he's up for challange! Number three - well, a sweeter, cuter baby you will not find! From day one, he was just....i don't know....cuddly and warm and pleased with all of our ministrations. oh, he is so beautiful. Looking at him makes me think of a perfect summer's day. I have been been richly blessed by a loving Godde whoever and whatever he*she is.

Now there's a theology i can hold onto!!! It's got more escape clauses than Hugh Heffner's pre-nuptial(s)!

It is written - 'be like a child'. Stand (or sit or lie) in awe of innocence. The act of always knowing that something new in the world can happen at any time. That something can inspire, excite and renew us every day.

Believing in magic and miracles, children tell us to let go of our grievances as quickly as running to the slide, laughing, after having just had a fight.

At four years old, my grandson said - "Nana, i don't wanna grow up".

I held his hand a bit tighter nodded my head and whispered "I got your back there, my dear".

2 comments:

Jaliya said...

Yum. I love the exchange between you and your then-four-year-old grandson :-)

Idea: Considering how much everyone in the family loves my orange-oatmeal chocolate chip muffins/loaf, I think it's time to introduce a certain little chef to the recipe! The batter is THE BEST in the Universe!!

Imagine it ... fresh from the oven, made by those dear little pumpkin-pie hands ...

:-)
xoxo

heather ann said...

oh, god - yes!! She is absolutely adorable to cook with. All activity is considered *awesome* and now, when i say *whisk the eggs* she actually knows what i mean!!! Drop by and make some dough with her - the best part is eating the end product, of course!