We were trying to organize storage space recently and found a box of photo albums of our oldest grandchildren when they were very young. Many photos were from summertime, and the kids were playfully exploring the perennial gardens we had planted. It was a consolation for us to revisit the memories of the kids’ early childhood surrounded by vibrant blossoms. We didn’t get very far with our organizing. We spent most of our time leisurely reminiscing over the pictures.
One of our grandsons is preparing for First Communion and recently practiced for first reception of the Sacrament of Reconciliation. With just a little humor, I asked his parent if the young one had been “repentant” during the practice. I was told that it was “just practice.” I wonder what a seven-year-old understands by repentance and reconciliation. At seven, we all knew what it was to hurt, feel guilt, be alone, or wish we hadn’t done or said something. We understood the need for healing and to have friendship restored.
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Parents and guardians who live in wintry areas are familiar with the acrobatics and manual dexterity required to dress their children for the out of doors. We are committed to keeping our young ones safe, warm, and healthy and protecting them from weather hazards.
In this region, we are well into winter. We’ve had snow, rain, and gusty winds. I must admit a particular delight with the snow, even in light of the effort needed to clear it from walkways and driveways. There’s a fascination with the luminous brightness of newly fallen snow that covers and highlights the landscape.
We had the blessing of time with family during this past Christmas. We brought food and gift bags to the celebration at one such gathering. When we got to the house, one of our young grandsons rushed to meet us at the door and enthusiastically asked if he could help us carry what we had in our arms. I didn’t need the help, but his generous spirit immediately prompted me to give him what I was holding.