The Times of My Life

Oh, I must write in blue...it is alive...youthful...vibrant...the colors of my grandson's high school football jersey...and the colors of mine...
I am a Time Traveler...I am having the Times of My Life!

I am a grandma living in a mother's world..I lived there as a young woman with my 2 precious children...I did it all as best I could..with as much as I knew and as much as I had experienced as a child...I lived in that time somewhat imperfectly...I think.

Today I have been given a GIFT of Time..I am raising my grandson.. I have always been there for him..but then he came to live with me permanently, as a Junior in High School, at last freed from a chaotic and stark childhood world with his other parent...she delivered him finally to me and his father..and with circumstances affecting my son, I said, Yes, it is Time, HIS Time ...and I will do my best for him..he deserves it!

He moved in, grateful to even have a bed and new shoes..and enrolled in our local HS..he only only ever wanted to play football..and miraculously, the boy with no experience, only a wish..came home with a #63 Football Jersey...Oh how wonderful for him...how proud for him I was...and how little I knew where the Journey of "YES" would take, me..and him...back in Time, forward in Time? God knows...I told him he was now in Grandma's Bootcamp..and we'd figure it out together...and we have ...

Last night was the final Senior Football Game for him...I have been to them all...garbed in his jerseys. cheering my heart out for his team..with all the Moms and Dads, and my son (Senior Parents..and grandma)...
I cannot begin to describe what JOY I have found..I have learned to toilet paper cheerleader homes, accept toilet paper all over mine...survive daily "sports talks" and raced for the papers to read about all the local team scores...

I have plunged backwards in Time to my own High School Days (Class of 63..get it? his Jersey #) and forwards in Time, standing with my son on senior parents night as my grandson in full football uniform presented me with roses..holding my hand as a beautiful young man, just the way he did as a trusting and precious little boy..

I'm not done yet..and hardly dare to dream past today as far as what my and his life will hold...we'll take our Time..and do it together, with God, and oh so much gratitude.......