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I long for the day when I can talk about things like fishing or golfing. I shot a 92 the other day. That is not much for most people but for me, I felt like I was Tiger Woods for a little while. I long for the days when I don’t feel like I have to spend my time talking about politics and defending against the onslaught of some enemy.
I got to see my grandson this weekend and my son’s wife will soon have another baby boy. I am fifty five years old and I had fun lying on the floor rolling cars and making engine sounds with my near three year old grandson. The world of Democrats went out of the window for a few hours. There was no enemy who lived to kill Americans. There was no one plotting to take our guns away or force some corrupt society destroying agenda on our lives. There was no moral corruption that I felt compelled to warn others about.
All was well for a few hours. There was just him and me in our own little world. He looked at me as a playmate and I looked at him as a best friend. His smile can stir every emotion that is possible for me to feel except anger. He could get anything he wanted to from me with just a smile (Except harmful things).
I can look at him and the love I feel humbles and overwhelms me. I never want him to leave or the scene to change. At his age he can name every matchbox roadwork vehicle I could ask him about. I have to admit, I had to imagine a little as he said some of the words but it worked for us.
His is a world of innocence. It is an all’s well world where his mothers kiss will wipe away any hurt or pain. Her hug will keep any army at bay. His daddy (My son) is a fortress that he can trust in and no boogeyman can encroach upon his domain.
To him, his Grandpa is that gray headed old man who will act like he is the only three year old who is alive. He can get away with anything with his Grandpa. That is what grandpa’s are for isn’t it? His Grandpa is the cookie and snack man who can get around his mother if he really wants to. His Grandpa can keep him up a little longer at night and even lets him play with things his mom and dad won’t like his computer. There is no such thing as a “Time out corner” with Grandpa. There is only fun and playing.
After he leaves is when the depression sets in. It is sadness and a longing for better times. I experience joy for his life and fear for his safety. I want a good place for him to live and enjoy all of the benefits of life. I want him to be free. Just like his mother wants to always kiss away the pain, I want to preserve a free America that he can enjoy.
A free America is not an anything goes America however. A free America is a safe America. A free America has to have laws founded on moral maturity and judgment. A free America demands involvement by those with this vision. Then I think of my need to write an article and I realize that I write these articles so I can have those times with my grandson and others can do it also.
It is why we fight wars. This is why the loss of a soldier in foreign combat is a precious thing and never to be taken lightly. Their sacrifice cost them and their families a lot. It is not a cheap thing which should be used in political wrangling for position and power.
Thanks to their sacrifice though, some Grandpa in a foreign land can lie on the floor and play with their grandson in safety and be thankful for that soldier who cared enough to sacrifice not just their life but their future joys and experiences as well. The Bible tells us that “Greater love has no man than this, that a man will lay down his life for his friends”. It is why we get politically involved.
It is not fun being an adult. I would love to live everyday rolling those cars and making engine sounds. The problem is that there is always someone who wants to take those rights away from my grandson or some other people who live in lands far away. There is always someone who wants to turn America into some corrupt playground for their devious lifestyle.
When he leaves I come back to reality until the next time I can escape into the “never never land of childhood make believe” with my near three year old grandson.
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