What are you Passing Down?

I am not talking about outgrown clothing and such, but what of you is going to the next generation or to the one after that?

When my kids were all little I tried to let them dabble in what I was doing. Cake decorating, sewing etc were common in the house as well as trying various crafts. Some were not interested in any of them, others one here or there.

When the grandkids came along I babysat some of them and found they wanted to get into things I was doing also. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes frustrating! Like trying to take college classes and having them love the animation but then clicking something on my keyboard and losing all my work! (I mean this girl could lose a whole project in a second!) They also learned that grammie would print out coloring pages for them and had a whole vast amount of coloring at her fingertips! Way more than any coloring book could give and they could pick out what pictures they wanted.

When I moved from being close to the grand kids my heart just ached for the little ones to be around. I remarried, moved to Texas and that part of me was just crying out to share with the kids.

Then a blessing came and my step daughter (hate that word “step” these kids are like my own but being technical here) asked me if I would keep their baby when she was born. I was so thrilled. First, she was trusting me with their most valuable “possession” and that I would, again, have a little one to share and spend time with.

Now, 4 years later, I am dreading the day she starts school! We have fun together and she loves crafts! One day she plopped her little self, legs dangling off the chair and no where near reaching the foot peddle,  in front of my serger and said “OK Grammie, you use that machine and I will use this one”.  I explained that she had to get bigger and she replied “Oh dang it”.

She then began taking the scraps of fabric that came off the serger or I cut from sewing and saved them in her “collection”. I had started giving her crafts to do and made up her own craft box. It had markers, crayons, glue stick, scissors and other things as I found them. I was also given an endless stack of construction paper from a kids program cleaning out a closet so she has that available.

Before long she was taking the fabric scraps and making scenes on the paper by gluing them down in designs and drawing other parts. Since then she has done all kinds of things and I watch yard sales etc for any craft supplies she might be able to do.

She has signs hanging up all over the house, one to tell the cat not to sleep on the dogs bed, one to tell the dog not to eat her food when she gets up and has not finished it yet and one on the door to say “no boys allowed in this room”. Now, mind you. these signs need interpretation. The only one that you can read is Makita (my dogs name) but she is trying.

Last week she looked at a picture of me with her and her 3 cousins. It was taken about 3 years ago, so they were all little and the last one was only 2 months old so I was leaning on the couch helping her hold him.  When she looked at the picture the first thing out of her mouth the minute she saw it was “There you are grammie, taking good care of your grand kids”. My heart just jumped! What a joy to know that this is what she thinks of me… giving good care.

Friday I had to go to a meeting for my CASA child. I took her along as she is easy and usually very good. They asked her what her favorite things is to do with her grammie. Her answer “crafts”.

As I think of all this, my heart is so thrilled that she thinks I give good care and that I am passing on my love for crafts.

While all these thrill me, the one thing that thrills me even more is her love for Bible stories. We have devotional time every day before nap and she will not let me forget it. She is always so excited to learn more of the Bible. On the way home from the meeting mentioned above she she told me that sometimes she listens to me and sometimes she does not. I told her it was very good when she listens and asked her if she knew what it was called when she did not listen. She said “bad?” I told her it was called “sin”. She quickly associated it with our Old Testament stories we had been going to and said, covering her mouth in upset, “That means God will have to punish me!”  I then explained Grace to her and reminded her about Christ’s death for us.

She said “I love Jesus, He is alive again and I will see Him when I go to heaven”.

What a thrill in my heart to know that I am passing down not just worldly pleasures, but Jesus.

Kids pick up everything or be carefull little mouth what you say!

When I was young as well as when my kids were young there was a Sunday School tune that went like this:

O be careful little eyes what you see

O be careful little eyes what you see

There’s a Father up above

And He’s looking down in love

So, be careful little eyes what you see

O be careful little ears what you hear

O be careful little ears what you hear

There’s a Father up above

And He’s looking down in love

So, be careful little ears what you hear

O be careful little hands what you do

O be careful little hands what you do

There’s a Father up above

And He’s looking down in love

So, be careful little hands what you do

O be careful little feet where you go

O be careful little feet where you go

There’s a Father up above

And He’s looking down in love

So, be careful little feet where you go

O be careful little mouth what you say

O be careful little mouth what you say

There’s a Father up above

And He’s looking down in love

So, be careful little mouth what you say

It had a catchy tune and even 2 yr. olds would sing it. It is so true. We as adults say things that we do not even know we say until it comes out of the mouths of the children we are around.

My husband is a born and raised Texan. Here in Texas they say “dang it”. ALOT!  However, most do not know how much they say it. Me, being a transplant, know how much they say it!  My husband does too, now.

I watch our precious granddaughter while her parents work. She has been my pal since she was 6 weeks old.  Over the last months she has started following PAPAs mouth and saying “dang it” or “dang it, I hate that” Just like her PAPA. She says it all the time! He had a doctor appointment last week and we took her on the hour each way ride and he heard her using those words over and over about everything. He laughed,  until I told him she was just following his mouth. He did not think he said it THAT much. I began pointing it out to him when he said “dang it” “dang” or “dang I hate that”. Poor guy was quite surprised and said he never realized he said it so much!

It reminded me again of how careful we as parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles or just anyone around kids need to be with our mouths. They pick it all up and “do as I say and not as I do” just does not work.

Read the song over, it is just as important for us to follow as for the 2 year old learning it in Sunday School!

Family Encouragement- 3+ yr old style

Families are an encouragement, or should be, to each other.  When you are raising your own kids you often see more of the fighting/bickering/mine attitude. However, grand children often give you a whole other side.

You have time to relax in the period from kids leaving your nest and then bringing the grand kids over and I think that helps give a new perspective. I know if one of my kids pulled some of the stunts the grand kids have done I would not have had the patience to see the humor through the irritation. Well, I would have but it would have been much later.

I have been going to therapy for my  hand surgery . The hand therapist is an hour and 15 minutes away. Yesterday was the day to go, so I loaded my 3 yr 10 month old granddaughter in the car and off we went .

Conversation went something like this:

S: Grammie how fast are you going?

Me: I am going the speed limit

S: what is the speed limit

Me: 60

S:  What does your car say?

Me: 60

S: Grammie, how fast you going now? Are you going too fast?

Me: No, I am doing the speed limit

REPEAT THE ABOVE several times over

S: Grammie, I think you are going too slow

Me: No, the speed limit got slower

S: Why

Me: A school

S. Where is the sign and what does it say.

Me: Sign says 50

S. How fast are you going

Me: about 50


S: Now how fast are you going?

Me: The speed limit

S: I do not think so, I think you are going too fast. [looking at the median] The grass is going by us too fast.


Encouragement to obey, if you do not she tells! I got caught in the intersection on one of those lights that turn too fast, she told her parents I ran a red light with her!

On another note of encouragement, My dog appears to have bladder cancer and we may not have her much longer. She is not able to pee right and over the weekend it stopped coming totally. The vet has given her some meds to help her out and they seem to be helping some. We had to talk to Scout yesterday and she and Makita are good friends.

Because of the problem I have to watch Makita when she goes to be sure she is able to go. Makita squats, Scout squats. If a little stream comes out Scout claps, tells her what a good job she is doing and to do some more!

Oh that we all could be like little children and encourage one another.

Encourage a family member is something today. We all struggle with something and while I was not struggling with my speed, she was a reminder. She also was trying to be so helpful with Makita’s struggle.  Go out of your way to encourage in some way you have not done before.

Recital Night

I love to go see Grandchildren perform. I do not live close to most of the grandkids, but this last weekend I had the pleasure, enjoyment, laughs and pride of seeing two of my granddaughters perform in their first dance recital.

Both girls are three years old and leading up to this recital one of them took the whole roll very seriously. I watch her every day and when I had a doctor appointment about 65 miles away my husband took the day off and we spent it in Austin with her.

Hubby likes fabric stores as much as I do so we were having fun going to the stores and looking around. Scout’s mother had sent a cute jumper for her to wear and she looked adorable. One problem was, she would not keep it down but kept pulling it up over her head. After the umpteenth time of telling her to keep her dress down I finally said “put your dress down. It is not the proper thing to be walking around with your dress over your head and your panties sticking out” She obey and pulled it down, ran her hands down it straightening it all out and remarked “It is tough being a princess”. (All this after she was told to not look under the bathroom stalls and watch other people going to the bathroom, to which grammie said “Stop that, young ladies do not peek under the door and look at other people” . Her answer? “Well, I am NOT a young lady”.

Here is the “princess” getting ready for her performance.

Getting ready

Watch both performances below! My Two granddaughters are the 3rd and 2nd from the right.

Roadkill and a 3 year old

Anyone following either of my blogs knows I watch my 3 year old granddaughter every day. She and I are a team and love doing many of the same things. PAPA says I spoiled her by making her love animals so much, but I do not agree. Her dad is a hunter and watches animal programs with her, all Dora’s friends are animals as well as Diego, Kai Lan, Wonder Pets and many of the kids shows. Not sure why I get blamed!

One of the things we love to do is go for walks. Our favorite thing is to walk the 3.2 miles to where PAPA works and have lunch with him. This past Wednesday we did just that. Half way there is a laundromat with a nice clean bathroom. We usually make it that far before she has to go (ahem, good excuse anyway, usually I am getting bad by then too).

As we were leaving the laundromat there where the drive meets the road, was a roadkill. An opossum was laying there, mouth open and run over. There was no blood, just a dead opossum that had tire tracks on it, but she was fascinated.  She wanted to look at it and made lots of remarks about it’s teeth and big mouth.

For the next mile and half she talked about the opossum’s situation. (Well, with the exception of the short time she asked if we could please go to a garage sale because she really really wanted to go…. another love we both have!)  She asked about how it got hit and I was able to talk to her about playing in the street or crossing the street so she did not get hit. She informed me that if what happened to the opossum happened to her then her mom would be very sad.

She saw two squirrels playing in the road and told them to get out or they would end up like the opossum. More conversation about death followed and she informed me that if that happened to her mom she would be very sad.

All this week she has talked about the opossum and asking questions about it. Do they growl?  Can it growl now?  Do they bite? Can it bite now?

It has been a good time of learning for her and I want to use it to its fullest as she talks and asks questions. Not just about playing in the road and getting hit, but about death itself.

It has been learning for me too. Having  her by herself and not with other kids has given me opportunities that many times are missed when you are a parent and dealing with everything. Daycare does not provide this learning. However, for me it is one on one with her all day. Yes, I have things I should get done, things I need to get done, but they sit. At my age they sit for some time at times as I am too tired at night to stay up late and do them. However, God has blessed me with this little girl to enjoy, work with and help understand life and Him.

Use your opportunities to the best. Encourage their questions and not push them off.  Little ones learn and want to learn way more than we give them credit for at times!