Last evening I experienced one of the most enjoyable times with my three grandchildren. I periodically write stories about my 6-year-old grandson, “Prince William,” and once in awhile mention my two barely teenaged grandaughters, Isabella and Olivia.They spent the evening with me while their parents went to the fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta to see “Wicked.”
It was one of those perfect fall evenings and we spent a great deal of time outside. I watched while they played soccer and alternated playing baseball. It all began in my gated, fenced in backyard, playing soccer, when the ball went over the back fence, which is made of wire and wooden fencing, intertwined with kudzu. All three were excited with their solutions to retrieve the soccer ball. The adjoining property is a thick mass of trees, bushes, vines and debris.
We tried a rake, hoe, broom and several things to reach the ball, trying to drag in back to my fence line. Prince William got the bright idea of tying two plastic jugs with a rope, and throwing them over the fence attempting to drag in closer to my fence. I said to him, “Now Einstein, that won’t work, gotta think of something else.” So Isabella climbed over the fence, but still could not reach the ball. Then we lowered Prince William over the fence and he retrieved the ball. As we lifted him back, he pricked his finger and it bled a bit.
Which led to another incident of all three of us trying to spray with hydrogen peroxide, while he resisted. Finally, he took charge and placed a band aid over the tiny, pin-point finger prick, and they watched Sponge-Bob for the next thirty minutes. After having a bite to eat, they were ready to go to the front yard and play baseball.
By this time it was dark, however my area is lit up like a huge football area, with security lights and my front yard street light. The Prince was the pitcher and umpire, yelling out baseball terms, like here comes a groundball, while the two girls tried to catch from their selected bases, one at the pecan tree and the other at the dogwood tree. They yelled, whooped and hollered for the next hour, while trying to catch the balls the batter knocked towards them. They laughed and yelled and ran, and had a lot of fun, until my next-door neighbor came out. Then they gathered around her on her front doorsteps, telling stories about activities they were engaged in.
The Prince was the most excited, telling about his planned trip to Dahlonega, to go gold-panning next week. I was just a spectator to all their excitement. But thoroughly enjoying the happiness and excitement they were experiencing on the beautiful fall evening, playing games and telling stories with my next-door neighbor.
They stayed outside until after 8 o’clock, then came in, made popcorn, watched another cartoon, and the Prince fell asleep in the chair, exhausted from all the pitching, running, and whooping and yelling. Their parents returned around ten-thirty, to pick up their very tired three children.
Having them for a visit, and watching them having such a good time, playing outside after dark, was so nostalgic for me, recalling the times in my childhood playing outside after dark, on a beautiful fall evening in north Georgia.
After they left, I felt deep gratitude for the privilege of enjoying three beautiful, healthy, talented and well adjusted grandchildren, growing up in a world in crises around them, seemingly so unaffected by all that is taking place globally, and here at home. Plus my gratitude for their loving, protective parents, so involved in their education, wellbeing, happiness and protection, as they grow up feeling free, while at the same time, being taught self-responsibility. While they enjoy the many privileges they have, involved in so many activities, like sports, art, dance, science and well-traveled, they are quite appreciative and well-mannered, and happy children. The result of good parenting and Private Education.
I personally feel so very blessed to have lived long enough to be a part of their lives, and privileged to be able to share in their accomplishments, joy and happiness as they grow up so trying and difficult for many children.
They are an out-picturing of what parents can do, if they just take the time, interest and responsibility for rearing their own children, instead of handing them over to the nanny state of political government, for “others” to mold their lives, and fill with all the propagandi of text-books and teachings in the tax-supported school system.
LET FREEDOM RING