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The Gift Of Grandparenting Series
Contributed by Johnny Creasong on Jul 16, 2008 (message contributor)
Summary: Every Grandparent can testify that if someone would have just told them that grandchildren were so much fun, the choice would have been made to have them first! Since we can’t do that, let’s use our influence to impact the next generation.
The Gift of Grandparenting
A Covenant with God and My Children and Grandchildren!
a paraphrase of Psalm 78:4-7
“We will not hide these truths from our children
but will tell the next generation about the glorious deeds of the LORD.
We will tell of His power and the mighty miracles He did.
For He issued His decree to Jacob; He gave His law to Israel.
He commanded our ancestors to teach them to their children,
so the next generation might know them—
even the children not yet born—
that they in turn might teach their children.
So each generation can set its hope anew on God,
remembering His glorious miracles and obeying His commands.”
(New Living Translation)
The Word of the Lord came to Joel:
3 Tell it to your children,
and let your children tell it to their children,
and their children to the next generation.
(NIV)
Every Grandparent can testify that if someone would have just told them that grandchildren were so much fun, the choice would have been made to have them first!
She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful
eyes of her young granddaughter as she’d done many times before.
After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said,
’But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!’
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy
Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, ’62.’ He was quiet
for a moment, and then he asked, ’Did you start at 1?’
Grandparents have one thing God doesn’t have: GRANDCHILDREN!!!!
After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into
old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she
heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew
thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their
room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room,
she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, ’Who was THAT?’
"A grandmother is a lady who has no children of her own. She likes other people’s little girls and boys. A grandfather is a man grandmother. He goes for walks with the boys and they talk about fishing and stuff like that. Grandmother’s don’t have to do anything but.. be there. Their old, so they shouldn’t play too hard or run. It’s enough if they drive us to the market where the pretend horse is and have plenty of quarters ready. Or if they take us for walks they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars. Usually, grandmother’s are fat but not too fat to tie your shoes. They wear glasses and funny underwear, they can take their teeth and gums off! When they read to us they don’t skip or mind it if it is the same story again. Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don’t have cable- because they’re the only grown-ups who have time."
Grandparents are the only ones who have time to play.
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own
childhood was like: ’We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing
made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony.
We picked wild raspberries in the woods.’ The little girl was wide-eyed,
taking this all in. At last she said, ’I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!’
My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, ’Grandma, do you
know how you and God are alike?’ I mentally polished my halo while I
asked, ’No, how are we alike?’ ’You’re both old,’ he replied.
In the car my four-year-old granddaughter asked me why I was wearing the brightly colored scarf I had on.
"I thought it would make my blue suit look much prettier," I said.
After a moment’s consideration, she replied sympathetically, "It didn’t work, did it?"
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’ s
computer keyboard. She told him she was writing a story.
’What’s it about?’ he asked.
’I don’t know,’ she replied. ’I can’t read.’
I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I
decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it
was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I
continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, ’Grandma, I
think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!’
When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept
the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects.
Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered,
