Jo & I have been the host (much to our delight) of both our daughters and grandson since last weekend. Tami drove in Saturday and Janna came with Braden on Sunday. In fact, they came near the end of our worship service. She came right up and stood next to me during our last song, then I looked back and he was making his way to me after seeing his Aunt Tami and Mamaw. He and I hung out together on Monday while the womenfolk did some last minute shopping. We watched Polar Express, then Transformers 2. We had watched T3 on Sunday. Let me rephrase that: I watched T1, 2 & 3 while his imagination went into overdrive. I don’t think that boy slows down from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed. His motto is “when I plays, I plays hard; when I sleeps, I sleeps hard.” I sometimes feel like Clarence the angel in “It’s a Wonderful Life” after he gets kicked out of the tavern with George: “Ohhh, I’m getting too old for this.” My one reprieve, if you can call it that, was Wednesday afternoon when I was outside for close to 3 hours shoveling 3 cars out the 12″ or so of snow. I had my Frontier out earlier, but the three cars would be needed Thursday. I think the first words I heard when I came inside were “Grandpa, can we…..?”
I wrote this post in February of this year about imagination, his imagination. I know you are busy this time of the year so I won’t bore you with the same thing. If you have the time, please read it. But as I was outside shoveling and trying to take my mind off the pain I knew I was going to feel later that evening and the next day (cycling & Bowflex doesn’t prepare one for this type of “exercise”), I couldn’t help but think about Braden’s visit. After I began to mull over in my mind what I was going to say, it dawned on me that I had written about his imagination once before. Ironically, I found myself asking the same questions this time as I did last.
When did I stop dreaming and having an imagination like that?
When did I grow up and stop “playing?”
When did I, and why have I, allowed the cares of this world to dim the enthusiasm for life he has?
I realize growing up does sober a person up pretty quickly, but there is something to be said about living life “out of bounds” (not morally but enthusiastically). The end of the year is approaching (or is that the beginning of a new year is approaching?) and a book is laid open before us.
IT SAYS, “CHOOSE” THE LIFE YOU WANT TO LIVE
Which will you choose?
Now…would someone quickly find an instant energy pill for a 60 year old man to keep up with a 6 year old rocket? Hurry please!