It’s like God has taken Beks and David, kissed them with joy, and poured liquid light into them. The light emanates from every pour as they run and play with such natural ebullience. Continue reading run, play, laugh, love, engage
But that energy? If I could possibly borrow even a fraction of their sense of dauntless enthusiasm. Look out, world… Continue reading if I could only harness some of their energy…
The question is not if they are learning, and if you are teaching. The question is what is it that you are teaching? I guess we can start with the sight words. Continue reading if we were “sight words” – what would people read?
I’m not saying I believe the future is necessarily going to be any kind of easy. But I do believe in the one who holds the future, and I believe that my grandson David’s generation have so much enthusiasm, and brilliance, and love to give. Continue reading first day of school – hope and promise
Rebekah is a walking taking fun-factory and the grandkids can’t get enough. Continue reading water-fights, stories, and eclipse-viewing
I believe parents, educators, and grandparents would do well to routinely place children in environments where invention is a required element of play.
Continue reading let’s stop over-scheduling, over-entertaining, and over-supervising our children!
A departure for me. Poetry. Free verse. It seemed to pour out of a place that was quite clear about the fact that this post needed to be more along the lines of poetry. Our grandson, David, five years old, newly “graduated” from preschool yet still so completely sweet and vulnerable. Ready for school but not ready; at least not me, I’m not nearly ready. … Continue reading “Stay Beautiful, Golden Child” – a poem
God intends the absolute very best for these precious little ones, and he expects us to be the ones who use our gifts, our resources, and our influence to make it happen… Continue reading exuberant vessels of promise and light
My job as Grandaddy Derek is to love David and Beks with the cumulative love of all these decades, to nurture them spiritually in ways I’m only now beginning to grow into, and to share with them the stories I couldn’t possibly have known thirty years ago because I had yet to live them. Continue reading Grandkids: packing a full week of action into twenty-four hours!
This is what, in the grownup world, we call a paradox. A paradox is when something looks like it should do one thing, but it turns out to do something quite the opposite. Continue reading Living with enthusiasm and joy! (The Grandaddy Letters)
