Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
Faces: everywhere we go, turn, or look, we see faces of course, but now those faces, the one we must face-up to is that very first one, that one who looks back at us in the mirror each morning. Now that face is full of those time-worn scars or lines. As I look into that mirror, so many times (more of late) I have to look at that crinkly critter and smile and say, “Thank you, Lord God, for each and every crinkly, wrinkly line, for each and every year it took to create each one. To me they are very valuable.”
You see, I grew up without any grandparents, to play with, to go see, who would have told me stories and such. All of my classmates had grandparents and most of them lived nearby. Grandparents always seemed to have time: Time to just stop, whatever, and go do kid stuff.
I was (and meant to be) that Mom who would Leave the dishes in the sink and go do stuff with the kids. Those dishes could, would, and did, wait. I now have stacks of wonderful memories of those events.
Now as grandmother, great grandmother, even a couple of great-greats now, I often look at that old face in the mirror with a, “Hi Grannie’ It’s been fun, hasn’t it?” I just don’t get to see enough of the little ones, but by now I have so many memories of great moments with each one of them. I love you all, thank you all for so much.
Just a thought, for you guys out there: So you courted and won her heart, how many years ago was it — oh I see — but then you must have stopped the huggin’, the cuddlin’ — why?
Pass on those hugs, Bye, and God Bless
— Aunt Norie, P O Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086 firstname.lastname@example.org