We pulled up in the hotel parking lot. I retrieved the boys from the car. As we were making our way toward the building my grandfather emerged. At the first sight of him the two-year-old exclaimed, "Grandpa!" and ran into his waiting arms. The rest of the time we were together, the two-year-old was often found at his side...throwing him a football (whether his great-grandpa was ready or not), taking him by the hand and leading him on adventures, snuggled up close to his side on the couch, even choosing Great-Grandpa as the one to help him brush his teeth. That two-year-old adores his great-grandpa. And his great-grandpa adores him and is a willing participant in his antics even when his aging body resists participation.
As I watched my baby boy and my grandfather interact, I was reminded of the difference that knowing people of other generations makes. I am fortunate in that I grew up near my grandparents and great-grandparents. I have memories of five great-grandparents. I was 31 when my first grandparent died and at this point still have two living. Since having children while living 8 hours away from their grandparents and great-grandparents I am often reminded of how easy it is to take these relationships for granted when they are close by. So, we've been intentional about nurturing them. We've also been fortunate in having surrogate grandparents - people from our church who love our boys like they are their own. My children have had personal relationships with people from infants to 103 years old. They run with joy when they see their great-grandparents and grandparents. What a wonderful things to have generations together.
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