Watching the kids Play
Last night our immediate family members who were available met at the park for a picnic and some rough and tumble with the grand kids and their dads. (There were 8 adults, 4 teens, and 6 1/2 younger ones) It was great sitting in a nice comfy folding chair, sipping on my cold Diet Coke and watching my grandchildren and their parents interact. For some reason it makes me feel like I did something right … that I deserve some applause!
The funny quote of the night came from son in law, Steve. I overheard him telling Brett as they were playing kick ball with all the kids, "The worst thing about getting this old is that my darn belly almost slaps me in the chin when I run now." My five children and their mates who are ages 30 to 40 now are finding it a little difficult to keep up with the fast, endless energy of the children.
My Dad used to tell a funny story of how his step mother and her sister used to chase him when he was little. I am told … and I believe … that he was a rascal. He’d get himself in trouble from Grandma and she’d tell him to "come here" and he’d take off running to avoid a licken. He used to be able to get away from her because he had such fast little legs until finally she and her sister worked out a tag team on him that wore him out. Grandma chased him as long as she could and then her sister would take over and chase him … back and forth until they finally caught him. By that time, though, everyone would be laughing so hard and feel so exhausted that he’d get off without his deserved spanking anyway.
It brings back a lot of memories of my own childhood when I am around my grandchildren. There are a lot of electronic devices they have now that we’d never even dreamed off, but the basics needs of children hasn’t changed a bit. They need involve parents who teach them to work, study, worship, and play.
