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Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)
TITLE: My "Grand" Parents
By Joshua Janoski
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Those were my bitter words spoken, as I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door. I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face into a pillow. It was my 17th birthday, and I was not happy to be alive. I hadn’t been happy in years.
I remember the day Social Services took me away. I kicked and screamed, as I was carried out the door. I was only seven at the time.
“It’ll be alright. Your mother is sick. She can’t take care of you right now. We are getting her some help. When she becomes better, then you can return to her.”
Mom ended up running off with some guy and abandoning me. She didn’t want me back…
“James, we are sending you to live with your grandparents Wally and Erma. They are now your legal guardians. They will take good care of you.”
The man and woman who gave birth to my monster of a mother? How can they take care of me any better than she did?
“Welcome home James! We have a room setup for you upstairs. We were told that you like military fighter planes, so your Grandpa Wally painted some on your walls. We hope you like them.”
Trying to bribe me with good deeds? I’m not your son, and I never can be. No matter what you do for me.
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…Sing with me James!”
Grandma Erma had lost her mind, always talking about this Jesus fellow and forcing me to go to church.
“We must forgive others just as Christ forgave us. For, he showed us his love by dying on the cross to free us from our sins.”
It’s easy to talk about love preacher when you have never lacked it. I bet you knew your father. I never met mine. I bet your mother still cooks you meals when you visit her. My mother bought needles and pills instead of groceries. I can’t forgive.
“The key to good fishing is patience, James. You have to throw your line out there and wait. Part of the fun is enjoying the beauty around you while you sit and anticipate the big catch.”
I’m getting too old to be hanging out with Wally. If my friends at school saw me out here with him, I would get teased for weeks.
“Here you go son, the keys to your new car. Grandma Erma and I were anxious to give it to you. Enjoy it, and be careful.”
The car is great, but why did you have to call me son?
“James, we found these pills under your bed. We are a Godly household, and we will not allow drugs in this dwelling. You are grounded to the house tonight, even though it’s your birthday. Sorry dear, but your grandpa and I love you too much to let this go uncorrected. We need you to stay alive and healthy for a long time.”
Yeah, well I don’t need either of you. I need my mother and father.
I heard the sound of an envelope being slipped underneath my door. I picked it up and opened it:
It’s hard to even contemplate what you must still be feeling, even after ten years. Your grandfather and I longed to have children, and when we were blessed with your mother, we couldn’t have been more overjoyed. Unfortunately, Tammy chose to make some wrong choices, which hurt not only her, but also you.
The good news is that God used the situation to bring a wonderful young man into our lives. You see, James, you do have a heavenly parent who cares for you, and he entrusted us to help you find him. He is waiting for you James, and even if you choose to not like Grandpa Wally or myself, I hope that you will at least give Jesus a chance to show you what a great daddy he is. No child has ever been abandoned by him. He loves you so much, and so do we. We only want the best for you, because we don’t see you as our grandson. We see you as our real son.
Love from your parents,
Wally and Erma
“Real son? My parents? Really?”
I ran downstairs. Grandpa and Grandma were there waiting with open arms…and so was Jesus.
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