I guess it wouldn't surprise anyone to know that raising a child when you are OLD can be difficult. Racing to the corner doesn't work all that well. Sitting on the floor while developing lego creations is hard--particularly the getting up part. Disneyland borders the impossible. The energy level is just different than it was at 30 or 40 or 50 or ..... Sometimes you wonder if he is being cheated.
But then--bedtime comes and he wants to share snuggles with Fluffy and Nike as stories are told and nonsense songs are sung. Even at 10, arms enfold and giving and getting hugs takes over. Then you know that you are his security and peace. He doesn't feel cheated.
You realize that a child's love comes not because someone is old or young. It comes because the love that surrounds him tells him that he is real, that he is important and, above all, that he is valued simply for who he is.
The pay back is that final kiss and hug just before you say goodnight and leave the room--and then the whispered I love you, gramma.
So--after all--it really isn't all that hard raising a child when you are OLD. It is just very special.
God sometimes gives us unexpected gifts. Our gift has been a grandson who enlivens our lives and makes retirement very different than the one we anticipated. He is a special joy. And that's "Casey." In 2006 we fulfilled our dream of living in Italy for a year. It was every bit as wonderful as anticipated. This blog begins in 2005 as we prepared for that experience. Since then we have explored many places together. That's the "Travel." And finally, I am a person of opinions--spiritually, politically, on just about anything and that's the "Other Stuff." Welcome to my blog.