Grandparenting Isn’t For Wimps
When my granddaughter was born, a friend told me, “Being a grandparent is one thing that is even better than promised.” I have to agree.
Being a grandparent from a nursing home is hard work. But I suspect that other grandparents may struggle with similar issues.
My granddaughter Jordan is more dramatic than her younger brother Isaiah. I have to make a conscious effort to give them equal attention. The last time we visited, my grandson couldn’t wait to show me his “new face,” pimples on his upper lip. Jordan offered me her little pony, so Isaiah handed me his train engine. I promised to treasure both toys while they were buckled in their car seats.
I want to share my faith. Our Christmas visit came and went before I remembered to read the story from Luke, one I shared every year when my children were going up. When I tried to share the “real” meaning of Christmas with my Jordan, she only wanted to look at all the decorations on the tree.
In spite of the difficulties, they still want to see me as much as I want to see them.
Something must be right when Isaiah says he’s sorry for being angry and when Jordan leaves me the last bite of ice cream.
Darlene Franklin’s greatest claim to fame is that she writes full-time from a nursing home. She lives in Oklahoma, near her son and his family, and continues her interests in playing the piano and singing, books, good fellowship, and reality TV in addition to writing. She is an active member of Oklahoma City Christian Fiction Writers, American Christian Fiction Writers, and the Christian Authors Network. She has written over thirty books and has written more than 250 devotionals. Her historical fiction ranges from the Revolutionary War to World War II, from Texas to Vermont.