NEW LIFE

“I love you,” our three-year-old grandson said to everyone while sitting at the oval table with seven of us ready to savour our evening meal. “I love you, Grandma,” he said as he looked at me with a smile. In awe, I said, “I love you too.”.

This little guy often says I love you. He’s spontaneous about it. He’ll also cosy up to my lap nestling his back into me while sitting on the floor with him to play trucks. Then we get into moving the trucks (recycling truck, fire truck, and dump truck).

In my younger days, instead of trying to be efficient and perfect—to keep my home together, spouse and children happy, excellence in my nursing job, volunteer meetings accomplished—I wish I could have enjoyed the presence of my family. I wish instead I’d gotten on the floor and rolled in laughter with them.

I HAVE learnt to do that now. What a blast.

I’ve learnt to let my grandson take photos with my cell phone and enjoy them. (I just deleted the one that showed only my aged neck.)

During December, I received cards with greetings and personal notes that inspired me to send cards. I hadn’t been inspired to write and send cards this year.

While painting with my grandson, I started painting a snowman (snowperson) with different attires. It was fun; thus, I became engaged in the joy of painting, writing, and sending.

This season, another giving inspired me. I received.

 

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