Thursday, June 3, 2010

Sometimes, Ignorance isn't bliss

I entered my company's break room in my usual zombified state on a quest to silence my angry digestive system. I didn't pay attention to the two women conversing in front of the coffee machine. There are always sentinels standing guard ensuring no one pilfers the water as the coffee slowly brews. (That's what the corporate beast does to fine, upstanding citizens of America.) I studiously ignored them as I waited for my breakfast to warm in the microwave but my ears perked up when I overheard one of the women declare to her friend, "I'm so disappointed in my kids I will refuse to watch the grandkids when they come." I pretended to be engrossed in the contents of the microwave, but fought the urge to turn around and inform her she will be missing out on the most joyous of God's gifts. She wouldn't believe me, anyway. How can you miss something you never had? 

I wish I could snap a finger, bob my head, or wave a wand and shove her in my shoes. I wanted her to experience my own version of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride the past two weeks beginning with calling 911 on Ray's mom. In the year and a half we've been together,  I have watched him care for his terminally ill mother 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I can only pray my own son would be as attentive to me when I graduate to the geriatric stage. My heart breaks for him when I helplessly watch as he maneuvers through this difficult chapter in his life. There is nothing I can do except stand by his side for moral support. 

Enter two-year-old Rylee Sage, my quirky, full-of-life granddaughter. With her own blend of sunshine, laughter, love, and bubbly joy she quickly banishes the dark, oppressive weight bearing down on us. She does what I cannot do--provides Ray a brief respite from his pain. 


Rylee soccer 6

Rylee embodies the stuff our dreams used to be made of. When your days are filled with fear, darkness, worry, despair, hospitals, sickness, and disease, hope becomes an ethereal vision. So tell me, unknown woman in the break room, how can you forsake a treasure just because your own needs haven't been met? You have no idea, woman, the soothing balm of a grandchild's peal of laughter.

Rylee soccer collage
Rylee Soccer 7
Rylee Soccer 4

Standing in the middle of his backyard, Ray quietly mumbled something I almost didn't hear.
"She brings so much life in this house, you don't even know." Oh yes, yes I do know. I just wish the woman in the break room did.

Rylee Soccer