My new book, A TIME TO BE BORN: Meditations on the Birth of a Child, was inspired by the births of our first grandchildren, two boys born five months apart. Hawthorne Brown Thomas is about 20 months, and Henry Alexander Phillips (better known as Hap) is about 15 months. Both spent Thanksgiving with us, together with other family members. Brown and Hap made Thanksgiving come alive.
Each time my wife and I are with either of them (and certainly both of them), we’re reminded that our energy level has receded. But we thrive on their energy, which is enormous and sometimes overwhelming. We marvel at how our children and their spouses keep up with them. I guess we did the same thing, but I don’t think we did it as well.
In any event, this year’s Thanksgiving was fabulous. Admittedly, we’re a little tired, but if we could do it all over again tomorrow, we would.
In thinking about the past few days, I’m reminded that we’ve entered a season during which children are central. They are joy and love. If we can relax a little from the daily stresses and busyness of a world half crazy with Black Fridays and Cyber Mondays, children will draw us into calm and peace. Oh, we’ll still be busy, but we’ll be busy with children and, despite all the hoopla, their simple needs and wants. We’ll also be more likely to understand Jesus’ explanation of the essence of a child: “[F]or the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14, NIV)
If you have young children, take in every minute of this season. Grandparents should do the same.
In the book I mentioned earlier, the following scripture is part of the Preface: “Children’s children are a crown to the aged.” (Proverbs 17:6) Aren’t grandchildren wonderful?