Several years ago, friends shared with us the utter joy in being grandparents, they beaming from ear to ear with every ounce of their bodies wriggling with pride and joy. If you look, you can see it in their eyes, glimmering joy in their being, grandparents. But nothing can speak of or address the issue like being foisted up the familial ladder to the next step, as grandparents ourselves. Bill Cosby did an entire sketch on this transition, he obviously being one funny guy, watching his parents transformed, eventually graduating himself as one very funny grandpa.
Something happens to us as we first take on the initial role as parents. We discover the very words we swore we'd never speak, erupt as volcanic response from our hearts and mouths. Life takes on more serious candor as we ponder the affect and influence our decisions will have on our progeny, and the world. Weighty matters are placed on our shoulders, the generations ahead influenced by our kids, and it is rightfully so.
And it remains so as the new title, grandpa and grandma, settled in our hearts a few years ago. But a new role with new parameters arise with the newly esteemed title... grandpa. It just feels good! Indeed, I find a whole new set of words erupting out of my heart and mouth and it still sounds exactly like my dad when he made the transition. Laughter erupts and is elevated to new levels. Smiles are abundantly frequent, especially in the presence of my kids and their kid, my grandson. It is here I pause, with overflowing, unimaginable joy as I stand on the ladder of legacy, one step higher than I was two years ago. It is quite simple, happens quite naturally and is quite amazing!
We poured into our son, he and his lovely life partner doing the same with theirs. They are God's gift to Carrie and I, our hearts rising, overflowing and overwhelmed with endless thanksgiving. Whenever my heart is heavy, hurting or just in need of a spot of joy, NOTHING brings it like my grandson.
Ethen Blowing Bubbles
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