For years, my dad always said he was too young to be a grandpa. Then in the most recent years, he was too young to be a great grandpa. He did live long enough to see all 10 of his grandkids.
I took a similar approach. A few years ago at campmeeting, I ran into an “old” friend who, when she saw my youngest in the stroller, asked, “Is that your grandson?”
I played up the mock offense and stomped my foot and said, “I’m not old enough for grandkids! This is my son!” She laughed, I laughed.
I no longer play that card. I’ve been saying for about 8 years now, “I’m the last one of my generation having kids and I’M DONE! Now it’s time for the next generation to have kids.” Gail and I have been longing for our kids to have kids (True, some should get married first). I think everyone should have to be punished with…er…I mean, should have the opportunity to have kids, experience love and grow as an individual.
If all 8 of my kids would have 8 kids, we could start our own country! I mean, I’m not wrong, and why not?
Well, last week, that process began to take shape and we are grandparents. That means, on my side, we have three generations again. On Gail’s, there are 4. Honestly, everyone tells me grandkids are better because you get to send them home at night!
Psalm 127:3–5 (ESV) 3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. 5 Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
