I think it is one of the richest things about getting older – we have so many memories to draw on – that is when we can remember. While I often have difficulty with current things (what did I come into this room for…?) I have a fine memory for family times from the past.
Those were loving thoughts to my mother’s heart, knowing that she was finding such enjoyment in fingerprints on her windows, but I didn’t really understand her joy until I found myself doing something similar after my great granddaughter’s visit.
We were celebrating her second birthday and delighting in her antics. As we sat in the living room she rearranged my candles and decorative items so that she could lie down beside them on the coffee table. Then she took a decorative throw to cover herself with and pretended to sleep. We taught her how to blow candles “on” and “off” using the battery operated ones that light up and flicker without a flame.
We have a family room and our living room is used mostly when we have company, so it was a couple of days before anyone else realized that it had been left rather messy. Would you believe that someone had the nerve to straighten it up? That’s exactly how I felt when I stopped to look at it and everything was back in its proper place. I found that I had become just like my mother, or in this case, my mother-in-law.
I now understood to a greater degree the joy she found in childish fingerprints on her windows.
Proverbs 17:6a “Children’s children are the crown of old men…”
Phyllis
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