Bewilderment and Excitement of Grandchildren
The Joys of Being a Grandparent
We have been blessed to have two fine grandsons and they never cease to amaze me. In a word, they are all boy and nothing escapes their imagination. For the past few weeks we have been riding bikes in our church parking lot which covers a couple of acres. It affords plenty of room for riding without the worries of traffic. I usually take my bike along and grandma walks.the perimeter of the parking lot. We all get plenty of exercise but there is always the spontaneous and endless chatter intermingled with laughter that make for the creation of life long memories.
Last week when we arrived an addition had been placed atop the hillside overlooking the parking lot. An Easter cross draped in a purple robe was easily visible to those passing along the rural road. It didn't take long before Colton, our five year old, had decided to climb the hillside for a closer look. He is a strong boy and had on his bike helmet nicknamed "the brain bucket" and soon had reached the apex of the hillside. He was bowing at the foot of the cross. Grandma yelled up and ask him what he was doing. His reply, though simple, was mind boggling for his age. "I'm thanking Jesus for dying for me on the cross." Young Maddox, only three years old, also climbed the hillside but had stopped about 3/4 of the way up. Looking down at us on the parking lot, he realized he was much higher than he thought and became scared. He sat down and began to cry,"Come get me paw=paw! With my two titanium knees it would have been difficult for me to climb the steep embankment but with a little rescue effort by Grandma and Colton he soon found the safe haven back to the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Colton yelled down to me,"Paw-paw I found some gold up here!" When he brought it to me for a closer look, it was the common mica formations that had oxidized. It did have a yellowish tint and sparkled in the afternoon sunlight but I had to tell him it was not gold. Somehow I wished his imaginary gold were real but the fact is, it was priceless.
Today, we went back for more biking and we also had to take the three wheeler 's. My Chevy looked like one of those 18 wheel jobs that NASCAR transports race cars, only with the skin removed. The boys had an awesome time burning energy and leaving black marks from sliding their bikes on the pavement. As I rode my bike around the parking lot keeping a close eye on them I noticed our little Maddox had stopped riding his three wheeler. Dandelion's growing on the bank had captured his attention and he was busy puffing way blowing those damnable seeds everywhere. Soon he was back on his three wheeler peddling as fast as he could to where Grandma was walking. "Grandma, I've got you a present." he said as he reached down and retrieved a small bouquet of yellow flowers he had picked. These were the blossoms of a wild green that grows here in the Blue Ridge Mountains.Creasy greens as we know them that had already matured and seeded crowned with the pretty yellow flowers. The bouquet as eloquent as it was soon found a resting place in Grandma's hair much to my delight.
I love those boys and they are always surprising me. After a rain shower Saturday, they ask to go outside to play. Given strict instructions not to get into any mud puddles and promises not to get into any they soon were outside. Wouldn't you know it! Soon Grandma discovered two little mud dobbers having the time of their lives wearing nothing but their skivvies. I don't think they thought grandma would notice but soon they were summonsed into the house but not before being stripped to their birthdays suits on the carport and hurried to the bath tub all the while being lectured by a Grandma that was not just a little upset with their mischief.
Boys will be boys or so they say but I'm having the time of my life watching them grow and each day is a new adventure.