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Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)
- TITLE: God-Given Imaginations
By Lollie Hofer
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“Grandma, Kira won’t let me paint the truck! I wanna paint too!”
“Kira, let P.J. paint the truck. It’s a big truck. There’s room for both of you.”
“No! She’s painting it blue. I want it red!”
“Girls, for goodness sake! It’s a PRETEND truck. Paint it any color you want. Green with orange polka dots sounds good to me.”
Giggles follow as they paint the truck. Play brooms serve as paint brushes, a purple plastic bucket makes an effective paint can.
That particular event occurred about an hour ago with my two 3-year-old granddaughters. Their God-given imaginations sure are active today.
Talking about active imaginations…there was that time I heard a wail coming from the back of the van.
“Grandmaaaaaaa!!! P.J. took my fried chicken.”
“Kira, what fried chicken? We don’t have any fried chicken.”
“Yes we do! And she took it. I want it back.”
“P.J., did you take her fried chicken?”
“Why did you take it?”
“Cuz, I wanted some.”
“Well, give it back to Kira.”
“Can’t. I ate it all.”
“Kira, it was just pretend fried chicken. Can’t you make more?”
“Silly grandma (sniffing), you don’t have a kitchen in the van.”
“Of course, what was I thinking?”
I never know when Peter, Susan, Edmond and Lucy (children from Narnia) might stop by for a visit. It seems they conveniently stop by daily around lunch time. I never know if this will be the afternoon Kira and Promise Joy will soar over the treetops and housetops on their tricycles. Today may be the day a crocodile will chase my van down the road when we’re running errands. Tonight the girls might sleep with stars under their pillows.
Last week I took my grandchildren to an arcade that had a small carousel with three horses. The girls couldn’t just ride the horses. The horses were fed oats, brushed and saddled. Black Beauty, Black Stallion and Flicka were the most cared-for horses at the arcade. Even my 16-month-old grandson Micah got caught up in the game.
I love their God-given imaginations. I’m not ready for them to ground their tricycles. I would dearly miss our daily visits from the Narnia children. Life is a delight when seen through the eyes of my grandchildren. I can’t wait to see what adventure awaits us once naptime has ended.
Come to think of it, it took quite an imagination on God’s part to create this universe with all its splendor. My grandchildren certainly have inherited their Father’s imagination.
To be honest though, I could live without the arguments over the pretend fried chicken.
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