Boring

I watched my grandson, Cameron, as he moped about the house with a forlorn expression, mournful sighs and muttering the word “boring”. It took me back…back in time…when I was a child. A child trapped in an intolerable situation…trapped like a prisoner and unable to escape the imagined bonds and bars in my head. I was forced to eat three meals a day and wear clean serviceable clothes and shoes. Worst of all, I was required to get an education. I was not allowed to do what I wanted to do because my parents were strict and unbending people with high moral standards.

Perhaps the purpose of children and grandchildren is to remind me just how foolish I was. What a great childhood I had. It’s a shame I did not appreciate or enjoy it at the time. A childish mind and heart is easily led astray. While I was bemoaning the fact that I was not allowed to “do it my way” I missed some of the joys of childhood.

Maybe the apple has not fallen that far from the tree. Fortunately my grandson is an extremely bright child and I suspect he will figure this all out in a much more expedient manner than I.

Thanks Mom and Dad for all you did. Forgive me for the aggravation I put you through.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for not letting me miss out on the real joy of life.
Amen.