For the parents out there – have you ever said to one of your children, “I hope you have a child just like you”? And, if you did say it, was it because they were being about as perfect as perfect could be? Or… not? Maybe it was said in one of those completely exasperating moments. I don’t actually recall if I’ve said that to my children. Chances are, at the very least, I said it to my son, Joshua.
Joshua is all grown up now and he and his wife just had their second son but, when he was a child he was always precocious and inquisitive. His curiosity kept me on my toes and is now legendary when we reminisce about antics from his younger days.
When Baby Alan arrived a few days ago he had the small but distinct honor of arriving on his great-great-grandmothers birthday. She would have been 118. As I was thinking about my grandmother…and her birthday…and Alan’s birth/birthday…and Alan’s daddy (Joshua) my mind then drifted to my grandmother’s funeral.
I didn’t say my thoughts made any sense.
But, they did make me smile.
We were having a visitation for my grandmother at the funeral home. She looked peaceful and pretty in her casket. As it usually is the top half of the casket was open and we could see my grandma from the waist up.
Joshua, fairly young at the time – and always curious – climbed onto the side of the casket to get a better view. As he looked at her he decided he needed to see the rest of her and pushed the satin drape aside to get a better look.
Pretty much in the coffin at that point, he yelled, “HEY! She doesn’t have any shoes on! She’s barefoot! What’s she supposed to do when she gets to Heaven? Why does Grandma get to go barefoot and I have to keep my shoes on??”
Inquisitive, enquiring, questioning, probing minds wanted to know.
Oh Joshua, how I love you.
Baby Alan, with every joyful ounce of a Nana’s love… You hit the jackpot with your daddy. I hope you grow up to be just like him.