So yesterday was Resurrection Sunday and being a first time grandparent I had a wonderful day. I got to buy toys, candy and play like a child. We both ate too many sweets because after all “Nonna” had to taste them before she gave them to her grandson, right? Then I got to walk through Candy Land and take anything I wanted. Being a “First Timer” I didn’t know you were supposed to bring a basket so when my pockets were full we had to say goodbye to Candy Land.
As the day progressed the moment I’d waited for arrived, one on one time with my grandson. He opened his gift and with wide eyes grabbed his ball and we were off. We kicked the soccer ball into the laundry basket we had laid on its side and SCORE! We were famous! Andre’ Pirlo would have been proud of us. Then it was off to the baseball field (the center of the living room). With the bubblegum filled bat in hand and a small wiffle ball my little guy was the next Babe Ruth. He learned to choke up on the bat and rather than keep his eye on the ball he kept his eyes on me—I was his stadium of fans and I only came to see him.
Can life really be this simple and fun? Can for a day we forget about all the work, the bills, the job and just enjoy the moments like a child? I think so. I think that is the way it is supposed to be. Sometimes there arises a storm, some days we are betrayed, some days wrongly accused, beaten and even death. Then there comes a resurrection! A day like none other, a day when the unbelievable and impossible comes and we are full of awe and wonder again. We get a glimpse of child-like faith and can believe again in the unbelievable.
God gave us a glimpse of what it is like to be like Him, when He gave us a grandchild. We get to see what raw faith looks like, what pure love looks like and total trust on one hand and total love on the other. I look at my grandson with total love. He looks at me like I am his world, I can do anything. I can fix anything. Life is good when he is with Nonna. He is safe and all is well. Together--the two of us, well this must be a taste of heaven.
Matthew 18:3 (NIV) “And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
As the day progressed the moment I’d waited for arrived, one on one time with my grandson. He opened his gift and with wide eyes grabbed his ball and we were off. We kicked the soccer ball into the laundry basket we had laid on its side and SCORE! We were famous! Andre’ Pirlo would have been proud of us. Then it was off to the baseball field (the center of the living room). With the bubblegum filled bat in hand and a small wiffle ball my little guy was the next Babe Ruth. He learned to choke up on the bat and rather than keep his eye on the ball he kept his eyes on me—I was his stadium of fans and I only came to see him.
Can life really be this simple and fun? Can for a day we forget about all the work, the bills, the job and just enjoy the moments like a child? I think so. I think that is the way it is supposed to be. Sometimes there arises a storm, some days we are betrayed, some days wrongly accused, beaten and even death. Then there comes a resurrection! A day like none other, a day when the unbelievable and impossible comes and we are full of awe and wonder again. We get a glimpse of child-like faith and can believe again in the unbelievable.
God gave us a glimpse of what it is like to be like Him, when He gave us a grandchild. We get to see what raw faith looks like, what pure love looks like and total trust on one hand and total love on the other. I look at my grandson with total love. He looks at me like I am his world, I can do anything. I can fix anything. Life is good when he is with Nonna. He is safe and all is well. Together--the two of us, well this must be a taste of heaven.
Matthew 18:3 (NIV) “And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
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