Trust

Today was the second time that I've been with my sweet one-year-old granddaughter and felt like I've betrayed her! The first time, she had to have blood drawn and was absolutely stunned and confused that her mother and I let it happen to her. She cried and cried, sobbed actually.

This time she just got a shot - one of the many required vaccinations for little ones. When they put her down onto the table - she knew - she just knew it wasn't going to be good. She looked at Mom and then looked at me (Granna) and cried. The nurse gave her the shot and put on the band-aid and Granna scooped the little crying girl up and over to the window to look at the CARS! Voila! It worked. 

That's when I started thinking about trust. There is nothing like having a little baby around to remind you how much we rely on each other. A little baby sure couldn't last long without its parents to care for it. Children start out trusting without even knowing that they do. It's only when they get a little older that they realize how much that mom or dad means to them and that they sure need that person. 

My daughter-in-law, Melba, and I were talking about families and how I've always wanted to have my whole family on one street - they on the other hand - have found that a little horrifying! Melba said that much of her extended family all live on one street down in Mexico! How wonderful. Sure there could be disagreements, but how much LOVE! 

I know that not everybody has love in their family - I'm always sad when I learn that - but if you do - wouldn't it be great to all be together for the love, support, and trust.

LauraBeth

Raindrops on . . .

We've had much needed rain recently. I love the rain when we don't get much of it. It's doesn't seem to rule my life that way. Don't forget to take an umbrella . . . it might rain . . . I don't want my hair to get wet . . . Why Not???

I sat out on the back porch and the air was cool from the rain and I just rocked and daydreamed. I read recently that we don't daydream enough these days, and our children certainly don't daydream enough. It seems like every minute of their lives must be scheduled.  

When I was a child, I loved being able to ride my bike off somewhere in the neighborhood and know that my mother had no idea where I was (although now I think that she probably did know). But the feeling of aloneness and power and control, was a heady rush for an eight year old. 

When I was 10 and we moved to France, some of that freedom was taken away. We were among wonderful people, but we didn't speak their language yet, so Mama was more cautious. However, we lived in a huge, old house with a huge, huge yard that had walls all around it and so we "had the run of the yard" and it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was sort of like a fairy tale. 

LauraBeth