My three grandchildren spent yesterday and last night here at my home with me. While at 56 I am thankful, that both my boys are grown men, with lives of their own. And the oldest son has given me three wonderful grandchildren.. When the kids grow up and leave home it takes some getting use to, for some of us empty nester. The house seems empty, as if it very life has left it.. We move along, and get use to it, kind of. Then one fine day our little blessings come along, they are called Grandchildren, and oh how we love them..
Last night after dinner the two youngest, ages 4 and 5, hopped down from the island, where they always eat their meals.. And headed for the family/tv room. They had wiped their hands and mouths.. And as they both blew right passed me, each one running their left hand all the way down the foyer wall. in a hurry to get to the family room to play..I opened my mouth to say hey, guys do not run your hands down the wall please .. And before the words could come flowing out, as I had done with my boys all their years at home.. I thought to myself, let them leave their sweet little hand prints… You will turn around twice and they too will be grown, with lives of their own. when I look back on those little tiny hand prints, they will warm your heart.. I realized that as I remember the times they blew passed me, giggling as kids do, just happy, without a care in the world.. They may leave their tiny hand prints on the wall, easy to clean up later.. But, they will always leave hand prints on your heart… Oh what a blessing are children, and grandchildren are to us..