Did you ever think about one day being a parent, how different life could be? Did you plan for all the activities you would introduce to us? And might you have guessed you’d outlive your parents by this many years?
We celebrate you for who you’ve been to us:
A kind father who made time to play with us, build sandbox and swing set, teeter totter (and replace those boards later), not to mention teaching us to skate and play baseball, two of your favourite activities. We had fun doing it too, and it was always good for an activity when we had certain company.
A father who taught us many things such as the names of trees, plants and flowers and who made a celebration of going to the bush each spring to pick flowers (the abundant ones we could pick) for Mother’s Day.
A hero who taught us it’s okay to make time for fun, to laugh and that crying is not shameful but a very real part of life sometimes.
A father who taught us to drive the riding lawnmower, the tractors, the truck and a car, and who taught us how to operate machinery safely because you wanted us to be safe and around for a long time.
A father who was a good role model and loved our mother. He was faithful and showed us, as Mom did, that it’s sometimes good to put others first and help them out in need. We saw the results of that later when the tornado hit, how neighbours worked together to help each other out, and Mom and Dad received too.
A person with a good sense of humour but who also valued who we were as individuals and never asked us to be anything but ourselves. And a person who can now enjoy seeing his grand and great-grand children and can enjoy a good visit, jig saw puzzles and a good show on television.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We love you very much. I hope you know just how much.
Another of my favourite performers. Enjoy and Merry Christmas.
We’re nearly there, at a day we celebrate every year. Presents bought and wrapped, cards sent and received, a tree in our living room. Often a Christmas party or two as well. And the creche on the window ledge.
the stone creche after our story time
I asked my granddaughters who are 4,6 to help me set it up. They were here for the first two days of the school holiday.
“What’s a creche, Grandma?”
I got out the box and invited them to help me unwrap the figures, but first we took out the stable, and I began to tell the story of a man and woman travelling a long way to a place called Bethlehem.
We unwrapped the other characters and I named the items— the angel, shepherds, Mary the mother and Joseph the father, and of course the baby Jesus. There were shepherds and sheep to unwrap too, but not wise men for they didn’t come to the stable. Also a donkey for travelling and a cow for the stable.
I moved the white stone pieces around as I told about Mary and Joseph travelling a long long way, then how there was no room in the inn, because so many people had come there, but the inn owner said they could stay in the stable out back where they’d be protected from the wind.
I told the girls about the shepherds in the field watching their sheep and how an angel came to tell them the good news of the new special baby, then more angels appeared in the sky and sang to them and about a special star in the sky. It was not an everyday occurrence to see an angel so the shepherds were afraid at first. But then they were excited to see the baby, so some of them went to find the stable while the others watched the sheep.
“What do you think a shepherd would take as a gift for the baby?”
“A toy?” said the six-year-old.
“Might they bring a baby sheep? They can get the wool cut off and make a blanket for the baby.”
They nod their heads.
“The shepherds were really excited about this special baby and they went and told other people before they went back to the fields.”
I stop there and let them ponder this much of the story. Better in smaller parts. Besides they’ll learn more later. I let them play with the figures and move them around. And the photo is the way they ended up. It’s fitting they’re all there together at the end of the story. Think I’ll leave it as it is for now.