Grandma's Bag

I dream of being near my son and his family. I want to give my grandson the opportunity for experiences he might not have otherwise. I want to be wise enough to be self-sufficient and content and still a vibrant part of their lives.

When lives are involved, there are so many possibilities for growth and change that plotting the course ahead of time might cause one of us to miss an important intersection, or even a central collision. Who knows what beautiful and itegral things might never come into being without these?

I plan on being there when the orchestra warms up and as the curtains rise, I'll be just off center stage, sitting in my old oaken rocker with a lap to sit on, a pair of arms for hugging and Gramma's bag of tricks and treasures, for entertaining and teaching.

It won't matter if we talk, or splash in puddles, or simply rock. It will all be real and personal and right in the moment.