My
grandchildren came as a surprise to me.
I never thought I’d have any.
The reason, which I’ll not inflict upon you, is very innocent and
boring. There’s a different bond
between you and your grandchildren than the one with your children. Usually you’re older when you have your
grandchildren than your children and I think that plays a significant
role. When you have your children
you’re actively creating a career – building your life. Your grandchildren come when most of that is
behind you. I didn’t have grandchildren
until I had retired so all of my life building was behind me. Your children come when you have lots of
other interests. Your grandchildren
come when you have no other interests of significance.
Grandkids
are evidence of both your mortality and your immortality. Their youth, vigor and curiosity remind you
of how much about life you take for granted.
I watched my granddaughter, who had just learned to crawl, try to pick
up a spot on the carpet where a narrow sunbeam hit. Her outreached hand often interrupted the beam and then the spot
was no longer on the carpet. She
explored this phenomenon for a few minutes.
There is so much about the world we have to learn and grandkids
illustrate this. It’s refreshing.
When my
first grandchild was born, I wanted her to have a perfect life – no injuries,
no illnesses, and no disappointments.
She should achieve all of her life goals. In thinking about my attitude, I wondered if such an existence
would really be a life. Are not the
lost struggles, the heartaches, an essential part of having a full life? If it were easy to do anything would you
value any accomplishment? Part of life
is having some rain so you can appreciate the sunshine.
Grandkids
also reflect your immortality. They
would not exist if you hadn’t existed.
A quarter of their DNA is yours to be passed on into the future and
shape the world. If one were to look at
the population, say, six generations ago, I suspect that if one of a vast
majority of that population were not to have lived, our world today would be
different than we know it. Each life is
a ripple in the pool of humanity. Each
life is analogous to the butterfly in chaos theory. The world is the sum of all of us.
A
spiritual event of enormous magnitude is to hold a descendent as an infant in
your arms - your child or their child.
They’re completely helpless and their only communication is to cry. That’s it. And yet we adults are equipped
with sufficient instincts to render aid.
I hope that as I age and get to the point where all I can do is to cry,
that they’ll return the favor. Change
my diaper, whatever.
I
normally carry around about 867 photos of my grandkids which I am quite willing
to share with, say, people at a neighboring table in a restaurant. However, the creation of web based social
networking has allowed me to significantly increase the number of people who
benefit from viewing, not mere hundreds but thousands of photos of these
perfect creatures – my grandkids.
©2014 Lester C. Welch
You hit right on the head! Grandkids make it ALL worth it!
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