grandchildren

Peace in God’s Arms

From the vault, one of my favourite columns…and memories: The wrapped-up-in-peace business started on one of my Friday afternoons with our grandbeans. After lunch, Dinah Jane, just two at the time, seemed tired and cranky. During a colouring session, she wanted to keep all the crayons. “No, honey,” I told her. “Your brother and sister […]

Nearby grandparenting, beautiful opportunities

Nearby grandparenting, beautiful opportunities

At four or five years of age, Dinah Jane made a proclamation. “Nana,” she said, “ONE day, when you get LITTLE and I get BIG, I’m going to push you around in your wheelchair.” I didn’t mark the proclamation day on the calendar, but it may have been the day I plopped her cantankerous, weary […]

REAL Grandparenting

REAL Grandparenting

Something happens on one’s inside when the season of grandparenting arrives. (Something happens on one’s outside too, but that’s a subject for another column.) In the classic children’s book, The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams, a stuffed toy rabbit, who had observed real live rabbits playing in the garden, asks a well-beloved and much-used rocking horse in […]

Sunrise…sunset…

Sunrise…sunset…

The school’s empty staff room seemed a perfect place to lull a baby to sleep. I sat in a big old armchair, my tiny grandson resting on my lap. In the gym down the hall his parents and their fellow cast members rehearsed for the upcoming community musical. Fragments of song floated into the room. […]