I had my two granddaughters for a few days while their parents celebrated their anniversary. Sophia is six years old and Jocelyn is soon to be two. They are as different as can be, as delightful as the other and they take delight in each other. Each of them brought to mind a few truths.
From Sophia I learned:
- We all want to still have a place. After taking a bath, she asked if I still had a sweatshirt of hers which she could wear. Sophia needed to know her place was still secure even though she was now in school full time.
- We all hold onto dear memories. Sophia wanted to do all the same special activities, in the same exact way, we always had done. As much as we grow and change, we hold onto the familiar, the things close to our hearts.
- No one replaces our moms. I kept hearing Sophia sing a song she learned about moms being special. I teased her as I tried to get her to replace the word “Mom” with “Mimi” to no avail. Know why? Moms are special. No one replaces our moms.
From Jocelyn, I learned:
- We all need a mentor. Jocelyn watches and then tries to do everything her sister does. We all need to be taught in life. May we choose wisely those whom we will allow to deposit into our lives.
- We all hold onto our stuff. Each of the girls played with a paddle and a wiffle ball. When Sophia wanted to switch paddles, so as to try a different colored one, Jocelyn could not be convinced to exchange paddles. She moved away from all of us as grumpy as all get out, to keep us from even trying to convince her she should make the exchange.
- We take comfort from the familiar. Keeping in our routine each day, Jocelyn stayed pleasant and happy.
As I watched these girls play together and forge relationship, I marveled at how tight a relationship existed between them. In my driveway, as they squatted playing with sand and pebbles, I remembered Psalm 133 (NLT) …
How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers (sisters)live together in harmony!
For harmony is as precious as the anointing oil that was poured over Aaron’s head, that ran down his beard and onto the border of his robe.
Harmony is as refreshing as the dew from Mount Hermon that falls of the mountains of Zion.
And there the Lord has pronounced his blessing, even life everlasting.