Grandkids =
always know that G’ma is the one to go to for just about =
anything. Grandpa? Not so much. I give ‘em an =
occasional “attaboy” and some Cheetos, and I’m their =
hero.
So when a =
10-year old boy asked me if G’ma and I ever fight or yell or =
argue, I admitted proudly, “Yes, we do. But we love each =
other and always forgive no matter what. And at the end of every =
fuss or conflict, SHE is the one who ends up on her =
knees.”
He smiled, and =
skipped away (with some Cheetos), thinking he understood about being a =
man form that story.
I may have =
failed to add a salient fact. We all know she ends up on her knees =
because she’s looking under the bed, and yelling at me, =
‘Come out, you coward, and fight like a =
man.’
Maybe =
I’ll mention the rest of the story to the kid. Someday. =
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"