The Power of Prayer

Being a grandmother is the greatest gift on earth! I don’t have the stress of raising the little angels and it makes enjoying them so much easier. As a mother I was so busy going through the motions of motherhood; planning meals, helping with homework, making sure their rooms were clean, reminding them to brush their teeth. In some ways life was centered around the general (me) and the recruits (my kids)!! Now I can relax and enjoy them. Did I say relax? That is a relative word. With 8 grandchildren there is no relaxing! What I mean is that I now have opportunities that I did not when I was raising my own children.  I have more time to talk with them, guide them, pray with them.

Just this week I picked up my two grandaughters (11 and 12 years old) from school. We had ice cream together (they had ice cream; downside of being a grandmother is that the ice cream goes to my hips).  First thing in the car, they began to squeal as only girls can do and share with me their adventures into the world of boys. Mary Catherine was asked to a dance. Can you believe that? And Morgan was asked to “go out”. Oh my… used to be that meant go on a date. Now it means that the boy likes you. They laughed they way through ice cream, they talked their way through the ride home; they squeeled. Sooo much fun!

Later on that day each grandaughter came to me as I was busy working in my office. Morgan declared that she was sure that it was because of my prayers that she loved her new school so much. Mary Catherine came to ask me for advice. She had decided that it would be more fun to go to the dance with her girlfriends. What is to decide? Of course it would be more fun at 11 years old!! I remained calm (didn’t want to jump up and down or anything) and told her that she had made a wise choice. What fun to be on this side of motherhood!