My 3-year-old grandson and I had a conversation a couple of days ago.
He’s learning his family history. His mommy’s mommy and his mommy’s daddy, and his daddy’s mommy and his daddy’s daddy. We live in a complicated world—and his world is complicated with multiple blended families.
My grandson has Papa Ron and Nana (that’s me), Cuckoo (his other grandmother), Papop (his grandfather on his mommy’s side), his Grandpa Gavin (his grandfather on his daddy’s side) and Grandma Penny (Gavin’s wife).
Our conversation went like this:
My grandson said, “Cuckoo is Mommy’s mommy. Papop is my mommy’s daddy. Grandpa Gavin is my daddy’s daddy. And Grandma Penny is my daddy’s mommy.”
I said, “You did a really good job. But—who am I?”
“You’re my Nana,” he said.
“Yes, I’m Nana, but I’m also your daddy’s mommy.”
“No,” he said, “Grandma Penny is daddy’s mommy.” I asked, “Why do you think Grandma Penny is daddy’s mommy?”
“Because she loves daddy,” he said.
To which I replied, “But I love daddy, too.”
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and mournful voice and said, “But you said you love ME.”
“I DO love you,” I said, “but I love your daddy, too.”
“Oh,” he said with a smile, “then Daddy can have two mommies.” Then he gave me a big hug and the conversation was over.
This morning, as I was recalling our sweet discourse, I thought about the following:
We are all loved deeply and equally by Our Heavenly Father. And as we celebrate Christmas, may we remember and rejoice in this:
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
He loves not just me, not just you…but all the world. And He sent His only son into this world to save us. This is why we celebrate Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all—and may God bless you this holiday season and throughout the new year!