Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend the day with my seven-year-old grandson Christopher. Christopher is bright, energetic, and filled with questions. I struggled to keep up as his mind sprinted from one subject to the next.
I rarely have one-on-one time alone with a grandchild and cherished this chance. In my grandchildren, I see reflections of my children and of myself. It is as though I am looking through a time machine, my memory flowing to the past.
A few days ago I wrote about purpose. We all need a purpose in our lives. For me, much of my sense of purpose is tied up in family. Family represents one third of what I call my happiness trifecta: family, friends, and faith. Each represents a vital part of my life. Everything else is an extension of one or more of those things. I suspect I am not alone in this.
I've written before about my ancestors. They are my family, just as my grandchildren are, and their grandchildren-to-be will be. Family is an evolving thing that grows and shifts, with warp and weft weaving a pattern that is both beautiful and unique.
So, for today, I am grateful for the gift of family.
Thanks for having him mom. I like how you called him energetic. I think the one on one time is good.
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