He is Darth Vader. I can NOT hug him!

Don't you just love it when your grandchildren show their imagination? Well, seven years ago when my youngest grandson was three, he looked at his Poppa and said; "I'm Kenobi, Kenobi." Then ran at him to attack! Apparently Kenobi, Kenobi (Obi Wan Kenobi) decided Poppa was Darth Vadar and had to attack him! Kenobi, Kenobi did very well - defeated Darth Vadar. I asked him if Poppa might be tired (after about 20 minutes of running full bore at poppa, arms - light sabers - flailing) and maybe he was in need of a hug. To which he said (rather indignantly) "He is NOT Poppa. He is Darth Vadar. I can NOT hug him!" Of course he can not!

This memory is a treasure - it makes me smile remembering it all over again. I have this memory because I was willing to invest the time in my grandson - and his brothers. I didn't limit their time at my home thinking I had already done my job raising children and now it was their parent's job. I welcomed them to my home and rejoiced each time they came to spend time with them. My grandsons are at my home today. As I write this they are sleeping - they spent the night last night. I am about to fix breakfast - bacon, sausage, eggs, waffles, coffee - and know while they are too old to decide their are "Kenobi Kenobi", the time spent with them is something I will treasure - all of my life.