Time is a funny thing. When we’re young time passes very slowly. Our next birthday and Christmas seem like they’ll never come. Summer vacations are about the only “time” of the year that time passes quickly.
I was going through some old school documents from my education career and ran across the following story. I don’t know the author, but it wasn’t me. I’ve never been this insightful.
What is a Grandmother?
A grandmother is a lady who has no children of her own. She likes other people’s little boys and girls. A grandfather is a man grandmother. He goes for walks with the boys and they talk about fishing and tractors and stuff like that.
Grandmother’s don’t have to do anything but be there. They are old, so they shouldn’t play hard or run. Instead they drive us to the market where the mechanical horse is and have lots of dimes ready. They never say “Hurry up.”
Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes. They wear glasses and funny underwear. They can take their teeth and gums off.
It is better if grandmothers don’t typewrite or play cards, except with us. They don’t have to be smart, only answer questions like, “Why do dogs chase cats.”
Grandmothers don’t talk baby talk like strangers do because it’s hard to understand. When they read to us they don’t try to skip pages, and they don’t mind if it’s the same story over again.
Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don’t have a TV, because they are the only grown-ups who have time.
Time. Everybody has some, but we really don’t know how much. Most of us want more than we have, and yet, we don’t always use it wisely.
I’ve thought about time a lot for the past several days. I’ve decided that the most important thing about time, no matter how much you may have, is that you should share yours with people you love. Do things rather than buy things. Be positive even if positive is hard. And most of all, make a difference.