Today is Grandparents’ Day. There was a special service honoring them at church this morning. It began with a free breakfast for them. I missed the very beginning of the worship service because I was finishing up my Sunday School secretarial duties so I didn’t get to see the little kids. I imagine they either recited a poem or sang a song. I did hear the congregation singing an old song. That’s a real tip-off that it’s Grandparents’ Day. We never sing those old hymns any other time.
The offertory was a piano solo by a white-haired grandmother I didn’t know could play the piano. She played Prayer Is The Key To Heaven But Faith Unlocks the Door, another oldie but goodie. I knew it sounded familiar but it took me a while to put the words with the tune.
One of the teenage boys prayed a blessing on the grandparents. A grandmother and a grandfather each spoke briefly about being a grandparent. When it was time for the sermon, it was done in two parts — one by a grandfather who is a retired minister and one by a grandmother who is a writer … and excellent speaker.
All in all, it was a good way to spend a Sunday morning even though I’m not a grandmother. The closest I’ve come is being a great-aunt. I didn’t know three of my four grandparents; they died when my parent (their child) was still a child. I wasn’t particularly close to my grandmother due to the economic differences between my family and her other grandchildren. I do have fond memories one of my great-grandmothers. She was my Little Grandma. As a child, I thought we shrank as we got older because I was taller than her every time we went to visit. I didn’t realize I was the one doing the growing; she wasn’t shrinking. She made a bit of a pet of me because I was the daughter of her favorite grandson and had the good fortune to be born on her birthday.
Grandparents are special. I hope you have good memories of yours.