When our oldest grandson was small, it was such a joy to have him spend some time with us in our home. One of the favorite times of the day for this Mimi was the time he and I spent swinging in the old swing in our gazebo. We would talk a...bout the day and all of the fun things we had done. As we swung back and forth in the twilight hours, he would look up into the sky trying to find the moon.
"Sing moon song, Mimi, sing moon song," he said gazing up into my face.
"Will you sing it with me?"
"Sing moon song, Mimi, peeeze, otay?" He would plead.
"I'll sing it if you'll sing it with me."
So, in his sweet little voice, Grandson # 1 would sing along with me as we sang "The Moon Song". He was never satisfied to sing it once, no, we had to sing it over, and over , and over. Soon, his little head would begin to nod and he would fall fast asleep in my arms.
I continued to swing slowly back and forth......back and forth, relishing the time God had given me to hold this little one in my arms. As I laid my cheek down on his beautiful, damp, curly hair I thought,
"There is nothing in the world that is any more satisfying for a grandmother than being able to hold a grandchild. Grandchildren eventually get too big to be held in a grandmother's lap and swing as twilight fades away. But, a grandchild never gets too old to be held deep in a grandmother's heart."
"Children’s children are a crown to the aged,
and parents are the pride of their children." Proverbs 17:6 NIV
.......Being Grandma
There's nothing like being a grandma,
Of babies with bald heads or curls.
And you'll find it really won't matter,
If grandbabies are boys or they're girls.
There's nothing that quite takes the place of,
The moment they're placed in your arms.
From that moment, they capture their grandmas
With their sweet and innocent charms.
Then you search their sweet baby features,
For something that you recognize.
Some inherited feature of your child
Tiny dimples, round face or their eyes.
You count ten tiny fingers and ten toes.
Note the elbows and knees and the feet.
Kiss that precious and sweet baby's forehead
And you marvel at one so complete.
Then you gaze at the face of your own child,
Now a parent....how can this be?
How can time so swiftly be passing?
How can moments so quietly flee?
You cry softly with joy at the wonder,
A miracle you hold near to your breast.
And, you pray for the future of this child,
Then trust God with this life.........He knows best.
Jo Ann -Copyright.......1996
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l18E-dYvawo When you get past the few seconds of advertisement you can hear Jim Brickman playing and singing "I See The Moon."
This song's for you, Grandson.
"Sing moon song, Mimi, sing moon song," he said gazing up into my face.
"Will you sing it with me?"
"Sing moon song, Mimi, peeeze, otay?" He would plead.
"I'll sing it if you'll sing it with me."
So, in his sweet little voice, Grandson # 1 would sing along with me as we sang "The Moon Song". He was never satisfied to sing it once, no, we had to sing it over, and over , and over. Soon, his little head would begin to nod and he would fall fast asleep in my arms.
I continued to swing slowly back and forth......back and forth, relishing the time God had given me to hold this little one in my arms. As I laid my cheek down on his beautiful, damp, curly hair I thought,
"There is nothing in the world that is any more satisfying for a grandmother than being able to hold a grandchild. Grandchildren eventually get too big to be held in a grandmother's lap and swing as twilight fades away. But, a grandchild never gets too old to be held deep in a grandmother's heart."
"Children’s children are a crown to the aged,
and parents are the pride of their children." Proverbs 17:6 NIV
.......Being Grandma
There's nothing like being a grandma,
Of babies with bald heads or curls.
And you'll find it really won't matter,
If grandbabies are boys or they're girls.
There's nothing that quite takes the place of,
The moment they're placed in your arms.
From that moment, they capture their grandmas
With their sweet and innocent charms.
Then you search their sweet baby features,
For something that you recognize.
Some inherited feature of your child
Tiny dimples, round face or their eyes.
You count ten tiny fingers and ten toes.
Note the elbows and knees and the feet.
Kiss that precious and sweet baby's forehead
And you marvel at one so complete.
Then you gaze at the face of your own child,
Now a parent....how can this be?
How can time so swiftly be passing?
How can moments so quietly flee?
You cry softly with joy at the wonder,
A miracle you hold near to your breast.
And, you pray for the future of this child,
Then trust God with this life.........He knows best.
Jo Ann -Copyright.......1996
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l18E-dYvawo When you get past the few seconds of advertisement you can hear Jim Brickman playing and singing "I See The Moon."
This song's for you, Grandson.
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