Across the river, I heard a little voice call, “Grandma… Grandma!” and I thought it is one of the sweetest sounds I could hear. Being a grandma is special and brought back memories of the past two fun summers when I played “granny nanny” for my two grandsons (now 7 and 8) in New Jersey.
Every day we’d play “school” and work on their packets of homework, play games or do a craft project. I’d drive them to swim lessons and play dates. We’d swim in their backyard pool, make cookies, and take a walk to get a slice of pizza.
My biggest privilege was taking them to vacation church school and then listening to their stories on the way home. One afternoon after school we baked Kringla, a Norwegian cookie, which are rolled out like a short snake and then formed into a shape—usually like a pretzel or a figure eight. Nate (7) made shapes of letters of the alphabet. Mason (6) made a cross, held it up to me, and said, “Jesus died on the cross.” I gave him a high five and said, “For you.” He made a dozen more crosses which he took to his class the next day. Jesus died for them, too.
Lord, we are privileged when we can share our time and faith with children—especially grandchildren. Amen.