I have a wonderful granddaughter. She is 2.5 years old. Beautiful and precocious and frustrating and an absolute delight.
When we were in Albuquerque for my dad’s memorial service a couple of weeks ago, she was walking around our VRBO singing a song she had learned:
“Mimi’s alright, Bapi’s alright, …” (that’s my wife and me, “Bapi” is “Papi”) “… (they) just seem a little weird.”
For the uninitiated, that’s “Surrender” by Cheap Trick, one of the great rock anthems of the 70’s. As one of my friends observed, “Train up a child in the way she should go …”
Yesterday, my wife and I were with my granddaughter and daughter and her husband. We took her to a Guitar Center, where she played the drums and ukuleles. We kept trying to get her to play the drums quietly. She WOULD NOT HAVE IT. She went full metal core, volume-wise, at least.
Anyway. Praise God for the honor of raising children, and the delight of being with grandchildren.