On Wednesday night at our church, we have worship music and then can choose classes to attend or sit in the auditorium for a message. Last week Dave surprised me and said that he wanted to try a class. It was called Leaving a Legacy for your Grandchildren. I smiled inside, because or the word Grandchildren. Our church has never offered a class before for Grandparents. I smiled because, I still can’t believe I’m old enough for a grandchild…but I am. I smiled because Dave was so eager, generally he will choose classes on social justice, but lately, one beautiful grand-daughter consumes him. We both desire to leave a legacy, a legacy of love to sweet Sam.
So off we went. This couple, who I have listened to on the radio in Chicagoland for many years, was leading the class. They said, to all of us, that they wanted to learn from us as they felt that they were relatively new grandparents themselves. First they described the different styles of grand- parenting. They acknowledged that you can still be a ‘hands on grandparent’, even if you live miles away from them. Whew, that was a sign of relief for me!
Then they started talking about this legacy stuff. The importance of time…the importance of having a plan and then DRUMROLL, the importance of STORY! I could feel goosebumps beginning to develop. I could feel Dave’s eyes moisten. Why you might ask? Well, my eyes also filled with tears. We both happen to be storytellers by nature. Why the tears? Dave’s mother began telling Emily and Jeff the stories of the their families when they were very small. She used it to build connections that will live on forever in the lives of both of my children. Kelly who came to live with us in high school, also has heard many stories of her life also. We all loved to listen, and oh, how she loved to tell. Today she is in heaven; and somehow I know she loves that I’m writing this today.
She has left a legacy of love for her family.
Those of you who are crazy enough with your little ones, I admire your tenacity. Writing your stories each week on the ‘slice’ is a testimony to your love of story, and it most definitely is evidence of your love of the people in your life. Sometimes they are stories that are hard to tell but sometimes they are joyous or delicious, especially (when you write about food). You will be building your legacy, one word-one sentence-one paragraph at a time.
Thank you all so much for sharing your love with me.
PS I haven’t written one in a long time. Emily called the other day, all excited. “Guess, what, Dad? Sammie is on this new kick… she wants us to tell her stories about Fat Henry, he was their first cat.”
PSS Yep, I think she is about the smartest 2-year-old in the universe. Now that is a statement of a Grandma for sure! xo nanc