As a large family, we never have a one day celebration of anything. It’s carried usually over a weekend with many meals, visits with family, and late night caps with early morning coffee. The little ones being so excited to be together are usually up at 5:00am while I am scrambling to get them back into bed for a few more minutes. Then breakfast lasts 4 hours or more because no one gets up at the same time. It can get very confusing, irritating, and exasperating, but it’s also an opportunity for me to relish the “old” times when all my children were home and this happened everyday.
I enjoy every part of the family life and wish we could actually be together more often even though I am wiped out afterwards and feel a bit like I’ve stepped into outer space. The house goes from non-stop noise, yelling, playing, to utter quiet in one sweep. It’s also a moment I relish and puts the weekend into perspective.
The busyness gives me very little time to just chat or to spend those quiet moments with my kids. I would like a moment to sit and talk to my 6 year old granddaughter who is growing so quickly and has so many things in her life, I know nothing about. She is my first born and I believe how she goes the other girls will go, but I had a moment of sweetness with her yesterday when we visited the Great Opa at the Nursing/Rehabilitation Home he resides. We all arrived as they started lunch and Opa had ham. My husband asked him if he could cut his meat but I also noticed another resident and one sitting at his table also needed his meet cut. After finishing cutting this gentleman’s meat, my granddaughter started telling me to go over and cut everyone’s meat. Of course that was a room of about 65 people, but she was so excited that I should continue helping the residents that it was inspiring to me that she showed such concern. Of course, she was too scared (as she put it) to do it herself, but nonetheless, she showed me her sweet empathetic side. That is a moment I would never have had, if we did not have an elderly family member in a “nursing” home. As we walked out the door, I asked her if she enjoyed her visit and she beamed with happiness. I told her I was so proud of her for being such a thoughtful little girl. I am proud of her and I am proud of my daughter for instilling compassion in her oldest daughter as well.
Another incident was one of the 5 year old grand girls had a temper outburst in church. She is too old for such moments, but she was ill with a cold and over tired. Her mother, my middle daughter, was horrified so both she and her husband had to take her out to calm her. When they returned she sat quietly in the pew. After Holy Communion, she showed me that she wrote a paper filled with I love God, I love Jesus, Crosses, etc., and hoped that would make us proud. I chuckled at that because she must’ve been inspired by the Holy Spirit to do this, since it reminded me of my education under the Religious Sisters who would make us write papers, “I will pray at Church”, “I will keep my eyes on Jesus”, etc., if we acted up during our morning Mass. This was not imposed on my grandchild, but she was so happy and beaming that she spent the rest of Mass filling out this paper with love notes to God.
It’s these moments I crave and the moments that show me the inner workings of my grandchildren. I don’t necessarily think the dance contests, the soccer games, the school activities and the business of their lives impress me as much as those little glimpses of their inner selves, that I can occasionally see in my children and grandchildren. These moments are my greatest joy and I can’t think of anywhere else, including a Paris vacation, a trip to the Bahamas, etc. that could top these moments I experience with my children.