In Genesis, there is a very detailed account of family history. This one begat that one...somebody begat somebody else...begats, begats, begats. It's confusing, but it's family history.
Three of my grandchildren have lived around me since they were born, so I have been ever-present in their lives. I have rocked them, fed them, sat with them when they were wick, played with them, and did anything else that "needed doing". They all call me "Nanny" and it has never crossed our minds that they haven't quite put together who I really am.
When my grand-daughter, Serenity, was 4 she and her mother were on their way home when she asked a very important question: "Mom, who is Nanny? Where did she come from?" Amanda (my daughter) began to explain to her that Nanny is her mother, just like she is Serenity's mother. She went on to explain that Uncle Jeff is her brother and Aunt Amber is her sister and that Nanny is their mother, too. She told her that Nanny is grandma to her and her cousins and G-Ma (my mother) is her great-grandma because she is hers, Jeff's, and Amber's grandma.
Serenity sat very quietly, thinking about what her mother had just told her. After a minute she said "Mom, that is the funniest thing I have ever heard".
Well, Serenity, funny or not, that is the truth about the family thing. We always try to instill pride in the family name, and sometimes we refer to "The Moore Family", "The Williams Family", or "The Lackey Boys". One of my grandsons, who is 4, asked me how we know who belongs to which group. I explained that we go by the last name.
Several weeks later as I took him to his Sunday School class, his teacher told me that hteir lesson would be on The Family of God. After church, I asked him what he learned in Sunday School. He said "Nanny, my teacher told us that we are all the Family of God, but I told him 2 times that my last name is "Lackey"!