An angel must have escaped from Heaven. Or, perhaps she’s on assignment for a time here on earth -- residing in Charlotte, NC, to be exact.
I’m wrapped around the little finger of that angel!
You can hear the brush of angel wings every time she runs by. Her energy puts me in mind of someone much experienced in dancing on clouds, effortless and breathless.
The music of angels is like “surround sound” in her little giggles, hearty and true. She laughs so easily.
The moment her angelic eyelashes open to greet the new day, her melodic voice fills the air. “Jam-ma!” Jam-ma! Jam-ma!”
Bidding me to rise and shine, her voice calls to me. Don’t tarry Jam-ma, there’s so much to do!
The angel’s name is Jordan Anna. And, in case you didn’t know, I am Jam-ma.
I had the pleasure of spending a week with her recently and now I’m going through “Jordan withdrawal.”
I’d much rather be awakened every morning by her insistent “Jam-ma! Jam-ma!” than my annoying alarm clock.
Not even the sun shines as bright as the smile on her face as she reaches her arms up to me. This heart of mine can still melt. Why, I bet this old lady could move heaven and earth if necessary to get to her!
My hum-drum days are pretty routine and ordinary. I can fit many things into a 12-hour day. Jordan can make time stand still. She wastes none of it. Too many things to see and explore and learn and do.
Her pets clear a path for her as she runs through the house. Kitty knows he’s loved as she scoops him up into her little arms. The moment he’s released, he’s off like a bolt of lightning. Enough lovin’ for one day!
She’s a budding Michelangelo! Mommy just doesn’t understand why she loves to do her artwork on her own body with pretty highlighters. Get with the times, Mom -- glow-in-the-dark body art. Of course, there are a few signature items on the walls as well.
I can almost hear her exclaim, “Don’t know how they got there, Mom. A kid’s gotta do what a kid’s gotta do. Time is short. The terrible twos are passing me by. Can’t let them go by without making ‘my mark’ on the world. Paper just doesn’t give me enough space to express my creative self. I have a lot to express about this world that you and Dad brought me into.”
The week spent in Jordan’s company was like a breath of fresh air. I was much in need of it! I received lots of angel kisses and angel hugs that revved me up for another season of work, work and more work!
God surely knew that we “mature women” would need times of refreshing when he gave us grandchildren It’s like starting over, but it’s a lot more fun this time around.
There must be a “fine line” between jam-mas and grandchildren. We all need lots of lovin’, lots of playin’, lots of laughin’, less cryin’, less struggling’, and just plain, old, simple livin’ for the pleasure of it.
OK, OK, all of you Jam-mas out there know where I’m coming from. We Jam-mas all know that nothing makes the world go round like our grandchildren. The sun absolutely rises and sets in them.
We can be pussycats when they look at us with an “I want this!” in their eyes and will move mountains to get it for them, especially when accompanied by alligator tears!
They know where to go when they want something. And, they know just how to wrap us around their little finger.
Doesn’t matter that her nick-name at daycare is “Bull Dog.” She’s always an angel to me. And, “Princess” to her Daddy.
So, now it’s back home to the same ole, same ole. Is that an angel I hear? Her laughter echoes through my mind and I know that everything’s gonna be all right!
Oh, Jamma, that is so cute. I'm one too, but I'm called - Grandmother. My two lovelies had a hard time saying at first, but they said it stammering with such love and adoration, that it was sweet to me. What a lovely article, and written with such smoothness. The Father must have been helping you, or were angel wings brushing your cheeks?