Cailyn and Chris played ball
yesterday. I was working on the
computer, so I wasn’t aware of the fun until Cailyn came in and asked me to
play. Wanting simply to be sure of what
I was getting into, I asked a question, “Is it baseball or basketball or
football?” Quite reasonable, wouldn’t
you say? I’m sure any of my other
grandchildren (all boys, by the way) would have had an answer for it. After all, it’s just multiple choice, isn’t
it? Apparently that wasn’t enough for
the girls. They both just responded with
an abrupt “tsk,” a flip of the hair and, “No, DadDad. It’s just ‘ball.’” The light bulb finally started to glow
faintly in my head as I allowed myself to be torn away from the persistent demands
of computer work. I started a reply,
“You mean …” and Cailyn impatiently interrupted, “We need you to be the prince,
DadDad.” Ah, I finally got it. They meant the kind of ball where you
dance. My knees ached at the thought of
dancing. My elbows just ached. That’s become their routine lately. But I really did want to be a prince. Who doesn’t?
I assured her that I would hurry with my work, so she went back to whatever
ballroom the two of them had concocted in the bedroom or in their minds. And as I struggled to quickly finish up my
task at hand, I caught a glimpse of motion out of the corner of my eye. Leaning back as far as I could go in my
chair, I finally focused on the flowing, graceful sway of movement as Cailyn,
lost in the delight of a world of fantasy in which she heard music of her own
composition, danced delightedly with Corner, the stuffed animal dog that had
been her Daddy’s companion when he was a youngster. Sadly, I sighed. And the rebuffed Potential Prince returned to
the keyboard with only his dreams of what could have been.
Psalms 34:9-10 says, “Fear the Lord, you his saints, for those who fear him lack nothing. The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those
who seek the Lord lack no good thing.”
Father, bless our little princess and all
our little princes with their hearts’ desires as they grow to know and trust
you. Amen.
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