‘Oh, to be a kid again’. You hear that from people of all ages. Yesterday I felt that way a little as I spent the morning with my grandson Wyatt. I needed to finish working on an area in my pond before fall set in and while the water was still warm enough to be in the pond. I had created a wood pier looking area that needed rock on the pond side to finish it off.

Wyatt was eager to help, enthusiastically jumping into the pond, ‘moss & all’, without reservation. As I tried to explain the task ahead of us, his mind was racing to see the fish, look at the plants, and navigating the slippery bottom.

Finally, reeling him in, we started on our task. Loading wheelbarrows of rock from my rock pile; helping steady as grandpa rolled the wobbly load over to the pond. He worked in the pond while I was on the outside. One by one, I handed him rocks, large at the bottom and working up to smaller ones along the shore. Sharing with him that we wanted it to look like nature put them here, he was able to see in his mind, the vision I had for the area.

Vision for the task ahead is what I was hoping to instill in him, and then the sense of accomplishment that is felt when the job is done. Suzanne has a vision of what is ahead of her. Although not as much fun as placing rocks in the pond, her vision is focused on getting this job done and the accomplishment that she survived it and can then move on.

Wyatt stayed for lunch and had one of Grandpa’s famous spiral cut hotdogs. Spent some time on the computer playing games and then the ride back home. He seemed grateful that he was able to spend the day with us, proud of the job he finished, and looked forward to the next time he & Grandpa would work together.

Yea, there are times I’d like to be a kid again, the chance to relive pieces of my life: Vacations at Kentucky Lake with my parents, attending the county fair with my cousins from Texas, a trip to the Rockies with my best friend on a shoestring budget.

But who’s to say it would turn out the same. Would I still get the chance to live in both the city and the country? Would I still have the 5 children that I love deeply? Would I still get the sheer joy of loving & sharing my life with 2 amazingly different women?

Become a kid again and relive my life? It’s over rated in my book.

“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:3