A Little Worse for Wear

We just got back from our youngest daughter’s house. We went over to have breakfast with her and her family, a sort of Mother’s Day thing for Lisa. Our two grandchildren give “Granny” a homemade card then ran around terrorizing each other. It’s a little funny now but just over six years ago, our daughter trusted me with the secret that she was pregnant with our granddaughter. She told me and her husband’s late grandmother the news while we were both in the hospital. I guess she thought we looked a little worse for wear, so she went ahead and told us. The same thing happened three years later when she became pregnant with our grandson. I guess my daughter is just like her old man, always looking at the worst case scenario.

I’m sitting out here under the fig tree/bush enjoying the breeze as a cold front blows in. It’s a welcome change from the pre-summer heat and humidity we had last week. I’m feeling pretty well considering, I got my second Covid booster yesterday. Things like that make my PCP happy and besides science and medicine have kept me alive this long. Figs are just beginning to bud, while the turnips and mustard in the garden are flowering up. Bringing out the bees and butterflies to pollinate. You know seeds must be sown for nature to flourish. The same can be said for humankind. The eyes of wonder, that spark of energy I see in my grandkids. I saw in my children and also remember in myself.
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We are all given a certain amount of time. If we try that time can span a generation or two. But often we are limited by what we see in front of us. So while living in the moment gives us the fullest existence. Living selfishly and with fear, only stifles the potential we can reach. Don’t be one of the many that walk in selfishness, stubbornness, and fear. Each generation creates it’s own boundaries. All we can do is have the faith we taught them well. So quit hanging on to power, quit being so damn selfish. Your way may not be their way to true enlightenment.