There have been a few interesting posts to
other people’s Facebook pages the last week or so. For example, last week my daughter-in-law
Christina included this priceless gem about her youngest (for the time being until
the Lil Roscoe in the oven gets here), Josiah:
Josiah: "I have a big, big donut belly. (pause, then
looking at Kel) Just like Daddy!"
Now that’s some funny stuff. It certainly made the rounds among our family
and Christina’s, and I’m sure Kel was delighted to host the myriad of
encouraging thoughts flung his way by admirers near and far.
But then the other day another post went up. This one was from April, Cailyn’s Mom. Now, I’m all about sharing wonderful words of
insight, especially from the mouths of babes, for they often have the unbridled
courage - or rather, blissfully-ignorant-of-artificially-imposed-social-etiquette,
total and complete naïveté – to say whatever enters their little minds with
absolutely no regard for consequences. Sometimes,
however, the words of the young ones can reveal previously protected, deep,
dark secrets. Other times those words bring
out into the open those unspoken elephants in the room. Often, however, they just call ‘em like they
see ‘em. And of course there are
occasions when unbridled creativity rears its adventuresome head, and the words
of the child reflect a wonderful world of make-believe and fantasy so far
beyond the present realm of experience as to be virtually unrecognizable as
reality. And that is the territory from
which I am certain came the utterance from Cailyn’s mouth in her mother’s presence. For April’s post was:
Cailyn: "My toy has long arms and a real big tummy!!
A big tummy like DadDad!"
Pure fiction, of course.
But the question does arise … Have those two been talking? And … how old are they, anyway?
Psalms 34:2-3 says, “My soul will boast in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt his
name together.”
Father, thank you for my grandkids. Do I say that enough? Amen.
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