A time existed when I laughed without restraint in bursts of giggles or doubled over until my belly ached. I laughed at the tickling of my feet, at knock-knock jokes, at cartoon characters propelling off cliffs. Today I don’t watch cartoons or listen to knock-knock jokes or have ticklish soles. In the busyness and stresses of life, I feel like I’ve lost my spontaneous childhood ability to laugh.
For families today, life is busier than ever. There are play dates to keep, story hours to attend, sporting events to get to, school work to complete and much more. Throw in tech time and seemingly few moments remain for just quiet time. The busyness of work, schedules, commitments and daily life overwhelms.
There's power in a love that forgives, that disciplines. I think of how my heavenly Father approaches me. He is gentle. He is king. But He is just. I'm so thankful for that. That little broken angel reminds me of forgiveness. Now, I think I prefer the broken angel. There's a blessing in being broken.
Until I became a grandmother two-plus years ago, I never fully understood the joy this stage in life would bring. There is nothing quite like being a grandparent. To watch your own child parent his/her son or daughter, to feel that connection of generations is to experience a new type of love.