“No!” “Yes, please.” “Why?” “Well, because Nana asked.” “No!” “Please?” “Why?” “Because Nana said so!” “NO!”
Anyone who has tried to convince a three-year-old to have a bath, have a nap, eat their supper, stop teasing the dog knows how frustrating the negotiating can become. And it becomes even more tenuous when the one trying to remain calm and mature is a grandmother, one who melts at the baleful look of big blue eyes and strategically shed tears. I used to think being a mother was tough, but I am convinced being a Nana brings a whole new realm of amazing, overwhelming, unconditionally loving devotion that renders any attempts at good parenting and discipline totally useless. The balance of power is never questioned and lies firmly in the hands of the three-year-old. You know what I’m talking about!
Another and more important power we need not question is that of Jesus. With none of the fickleness of a child, with none of the indecision of a grandmother, the power of Jesus reigns in its fullness, in the form of love. That love has the power to transform worlds and people, and begs its recipients to share lavishly with others.
God, thank you for the transformative power of your love. Use us! Please! Amen! — HS