Grandchildren are a wonder. I have a relative who just became a grandmother for the first time…let’s face it…she is in for the wildest, most exciting ride of her life. Every breath, every runny nose, every word is worth ooohing and aaahing over. Our three-year-old granddaughter reminds me of how much of a wonder life can be. The other day I was babysitting and running around the house. Usually I wear my favorite old one of six pairs of black socks, but this morning I was racing around to get going by 7:00 a.m. and do the hour and a half drive to the kids’ house and rather than search for black, I grabbed the first thing I saw. The first thing I saw was not black, but who cares? Well, granddaughter cares. She looked at me and said with amazement, “Grandma, you have blue socks on!”
Blue socks! Yes, she noticed. Yes, I can’t believe any three year old would notice. Yes, sometimes it is the little things that are the sweetest. Things like blue socks make you think though…Let’s see, maybe I’ll get deep here…How much do I miss in life without taking the time to appreciate them? How important is it to notice others and something interesting to comment on…maybe it will make the day of someone who needs a smile? How simple are the really good things? AND MOST OF ALL, maybe, just maybe, I need to shake my life up a little so three-year-olds don’t seem amazed by blue socks! Ya gotta love their whirling brains…I think she will be a fashionista of the future.
