My apologies to grandparents

By David Sparks

I would like to offer a sincere apology to all you grandmothers, grandfathers, great-grandmothers, and great-grandfathers who, through the years, tried your level best to tell me how truly wonderful your grandchildren really are. You were so caught up in relaying the latest doings and hi-jinks of those little folks, you probably didn’t notice me suppressing a yawn, rolling my eyes; checking my watch, or displaying other disgusting mannerisms.

Worst of all, this was done as you faithfully and diligently shared with me about your family’s marvelous little prince or princess who had just “discovered America” and become the love of your life.

Please don’t misunderstand me: I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic or hostile. I was just exhibiting a touch of skepticism at your enthusiastic claims about the little tykes. You see, I am the father of two perfectly beautiful children of my own, and they both were terrific as they grew up. However, there seemed to be some sort of disconnect between reality and what you good folks were describing to me about your grandbabies. It just always sounded too good to be true.

Then, my daughter and son-in-law, Sherry and Darrell Tipton presented us with our first grandchild, Timothy – truly a gift from the Lord. Suddenly, the scales fell from my eyes, and I realized your glowing reports had been anything but exaggerations. As the Queen of Sheba discovered about Solomon’s kingdom, “The half had not been told me.”

Timothy’s first day home from the hospital was a fresh revelation to this new granddad. I went to his house and held him in my arms. When it was time to leave, I went to the door, but Timothy, like a powerful little magnet, drew me back. He had me spellbound. There were many things I needed to do, but it took a couple of attempts before I could clear the doorway to leave. Anyone could readily see that I was hooked on that adorable little guy.

We anticipate many indescribable milestones in our lives, and we must discover most of them for ourselves. Getting saved by the grace of God involves heeding what the Psalmist declared when he said, “0 taste and see that the Lord is good.”

Becoming a grandparent is definitely one of life’s great chapters we must experience personally to appreciate fully. Now I understand why so many folks place bumper stickers on their cars or wear goofy hats or T-shirts that say, “Let me tell you about my grandchildren.”

So again; to all of you who are affectionately known as Granny, Paw-Paw, Mee-Maw, Pappy, Grammy, or any of 1,000 other such priceless appellations, please accept the sincere apologies of one “rookie” grandfather. You were 100 percent correct all along.

Oh, yes, next time we meet, let me tell you about my grandbabies! I promise I will be much more prepared for you to tell me about yours.

Dr. David Sparks is senior pastor of Flat Rock Pentecostal Holiness Church & National Chaplain, U.S, Landing Ship Tank Association.

By David Sparks