Just Thinking …
After reading through a few blogs tonight of some of the girls who grew up with my children … girls I used to teach in Primary and Young Women’s, it made me wish I could click on blogs of all the kids I used to teach … who are now grown and have children of their own. Shoot, the first batches of kids I taught clear back in 1965, are grandparents by now. Holy Cow. That must make me a grandteacher, or a great grandteacher.
It got me thinking once again how grateful I am for the neighborhood our children grew up in … the one where the grandparents now live. There was always something happening and so many kids running around either having fun together or fighting, or both. I am a believer that it takes a village to raise a child. So many people can influence our children and grandchildren and either steer them in a good direction or a point them in a bad one. The kids in our neighborhood were fun, good kids. In ways they reminded me of The Little Rascals because of the many crazy things they were always doing.
It has been fun to sit on the front porch for the last thirty years and watch the children grow up. The faces and the clothing styles change … as do the buzz words that define each new generation (some of which can, unfortunately, burn your ears off), but basically they are the same mold as they have been for generation after generation. I like to hear them laugh and watch them having fun as only children can … as long as it’s not in my rose bushes. It’s too bad that when we get to be grown ups we don’t remember to have that kind of “no cares in the world” fun.
