Call Me Selfish

EVERY DAY IS A PARADE

I received a phone call from my oldest son the other day asking if I'd watch his kids this weekend while he and my daughter in law were having an open house. I asked what the open house was about and he sprang the following news on me - they were thinking of moving across the country. Well my heart sank. He is looking into a new career and has a lead in another state. I told him that I hope he can find a job right here. We talked about other things going on in our lives and then he says, you don't sound happy. I said, "I'm not, you just told me you're thinking of moving your family across the states." Anyway, I've been praying he and his wife think harder on this decision. I'm a family person. I'm not sure I can cope with this potential change. Call me selfish, but I want and need a close relationship with my grandkids. It will become hard to maintain the bond I've created with my grandchildren if they are a thousand or so miles away. And of course, I want my son to be nearby just as much. I do have something going in my favor today, he said the open house would not be this weekend, but maybe in two weeks. He also said he did find some businesses nearby that he would look into. We talked more about my desire for his family to stay close. I know he is a big boy, but in my heart he's still my little boy. So if the holy angels in charge of careers are listening - please, please, please point my son somewhere close to home, thank you!

Now This Is Good Music

Every Day Is A Parade

I recently had my grandchildren over for an afternoon visit. Among the many things my grandson likes to do (believe me there are many things he likes to do and they are usually all at once; he's a busy boy), is listen to music. So I put on a guitar rock cd. On came a song that was popular in the early 1970's. He was ok with it at first, but got bored within a minute. He went over to the cd player and removed the cd. He looked for another cd and recognized one he enjoys. Then out of the mouth of my adorable grandson, he says, "Now this is good music!" He popped in the cd and danced around. I started singing along and he says "Be quiet, you can't sing now, I'm singing." I guess I was not allowed to intrude on his enjoyment. Also in the room is my granddaughter. So she and I danced ( I was allowed to do that at least). My grandson listened, danced and sang along to the whole cd, which is a feat in itself since he is mister busy body. I am still not sure if he knows I'm the one who recorded the cd or if he just thinks that it is a cd from our collection I have lying around. But it doesn't matter, all I know is that out of our collection of cd's I have one "good music" cd that pleases my grandson. And that cd is one especially made by me for him, my granddaughter, future grandchildren and the rest of my family. My grandson gave me a beautiful compliment whether he knows it or not. Thanks for the lift, buddy!