BY GEORGE! ANOTHER VOICE

Laurie Taylor, Minister to Families with Young Children

God and Grandma

I had spent the week at preteen camp and looked forward to loving on Cayden, my 2-year-old grandson. That evening I gave him his bath, put on his pajamas and read him a book. We were having a wonderful time when his mama announced it was time for him to go to bed. Disappointed, I reluctantly kissed him goodnight and left his room.

Just a few minutes later, I heard Cayden calling my name. Hoping his mom hadn’t heard him, I listened until I was sure the coast was clear. Then I quietly sneaked back to his room and crawled into bed with him. He smiled, snuggled up to me and all was right with the world.

We were almost asleep when the door slowly opened and the hallway light hit us in the face. I knew what was coming. “Mom!” Ashley gasped with disbelief. “Get up right now and go back to your room.”

With my head hung low, I climbed out of Cayden’s bed and shuffled past my daughter. I had been busted and busted good.

I’m thinking God totally understands grandmas. After all, when his children call his name, he comes and holds them, too. There is one big difference, though. He doesn’t get busted. Somehow, it just doesn’t seem fair.