A couple of days ago I was playing with Lincoln, my 2-year-old grandson. We were taking turns shooting things with a plastic gun (OK don’t judge me, it was fun). Once when I had the gun, Lincoln said, “There’s Grandpa! Shoot Grandpa!” as he excitedly pointed to a place in the family room. Honestly, I didn’t think Lincoln ever really thought about Steve anymore, even though they saw each other every day for all of Lincoln’s short life. So it made me wonder, did he really see Steve in the room?
The next day Lincoln and his 4-year-old brother Storm
came up to my bedroom, the room where Steve spent his last months. We were talking about something else when Storm suddenly said, “Grandpa died.”
I said, “Yes he did.”
Storm said, “Yeah he died but he still takes care of us. He is watching us.”
I agreed with him and he changed the subject and went about playing.
Both boys made these statements with nonchalance and confidence. It made me wonder what children know, and why we adults don’t seem to be as in tune to spiritual matters as our little guys are. I sure appreciated their insights, and their calm acceptance that Grandpa is still in our midst. I think adults want to become wise as they grow older, but I’m thinking that we were wise when we were children, and we long to return to that way of being.