Category: Grandparenting

TRUST

Posted on by Jill E. Smith
JULY 6, 2021
TRUST
Sometimes I feel like I’m holding a little bird

Fragile yet certain.

Melding into my palm…delicate and restless.

Lucas is slowly sealing within himself the foundation of trust.

He allows me to stroke his satin skin and fine growing hair.

He slowly surrenders to slumber in my arms.

Head against my chest.

He is learning love.

Trust…once it permanently etches itself into his soul will allow him to learn to build

friendships and deeper relationships.

Yes, he will have to learn how to discern these relationships over his lifetime.

But for now, he simply receives the love of his family.

Sweet and indelible.

What a miracle to watch God’s plan in sweet slow-motion snippets of time.

GRANDMA LOVE

Posted on by Jill E. Smith

GRANDMA LOVE

August 2,2020

It goes beyond the love of the feel of his neck nestled against mine…or the look of his intense alert gaze at the trees and their sky…or his baby fragrance.

When I hold him, and gaze down at his slumber in my embrace, it’s like I’m holding the universe. Its infinite. Bottomless. No ending….no beginning. His presence in my arms reveals those who’s shoulders upon which he’ll eventually stand, and at the same time, the descendants who will stand upon his shoulders someday…long after I am gone.

Within my embrace lies both the sorrows and the glory of even my own life all wrapped up in one bundle.

The miracle of hope.

A GRANDMOTHER’S EYE VIEW

Posted on by Jill E. Smith
August 5,2021

He loves to look up at the sky and point to the birds. He’ll gaze upward looking for them and point when he sees them. I wonder what the birds see…or think…when they gaze below at a 14 month old little boy full of wonder.

What I see as I gaze down at him is simply blessing.

I get to spend 2 fun filled, laughter filled, exhausting filled and intense days per week with my grandson. I wanted this snapshot today from our dog walk excursion because I know that sometime soon (probably not so soon…but it will feel like soon) when he no longer needs his stroller.

So, I get to see his chubby little knees and blond head with his cowlick at the crown. He’s holding a flower because he ‘demands’ I pick ones now and then for him. He usually drops them somewhere along the way, but that doesn’t matter.

Lucas loves our dog walks. They’ve become part of our biweekly ritual. Children love ritual and routine…and he gets to see the world roll by with his grandma and 2 Scotties, Mackenzie and Angus.

For me, the photo provides an indelible memory of this sweet fleeting moments of his life. For him, my prayer is that love and security is etching it’s way deep into his soul. Over time, he most likely will not remember these morning strolls, but the love becomes sealed within his memory vault of images mixed with the hugs and unconditional acceptance that will define his character as he journeys on.