“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. Ashlyn hurried along beside her “Haw-Hee.” Haw-Hee, that’s Granddad Roger. I said to Sammy, “There goes the second and fourth generation.” The Bible talks about our effect to the third and fourth generation at which point we can only continue to influence through the influence we have passed on to the second and third generations. How blessed I am to be influenced by Godly ancestors; how blessed I am to see their influence passed on to precious ones I love! Hear me rejoice as I review the snippets of my week-end with my four-year-old great-grand Ashlyn. “Grandma, can you put this on my doggie,” as she passes me the pink leash and white doggie. “Grandma, can I have some chocolate milk,” as she opens the refrigerator. “Grandma, can I play with your kindle,” as it is already opened in her hand. What child-like faith as she is always expecting that her answer will be “Yes.” But it is not always “Yes”; she didn’t get an okay about watching TV when we went to bed, so she hopped out of my bed. In the semi-dark, I saw her go to a stack of blankets, get one and lay down on the treadmill. I waited quietly. After about five minutes (seemed so long), she loudly whispered, “Grandma, Grandma,” as her head lifted slowly above my mattress. I quietly reached out my hand to her, she took it and climbed back in bed. Sweet snuggles. But the highlights of my time with her go like this: “Grandma, know what?” “No, what, Baby?” “I love you,” she says. “Ashlyn, know what?” “No, what, Grandma?” “I love you,” I say. I see why Jesus wants us to become like a little child. “Jesus, know what?” “I love you,” I say. Listen. “I love you, my child,” he says.

(Reblogged from November, 2014)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. shoreacres says:

    I don’t remember reading this before, and it’s lovely. Re-posts are good. It’s a shame to let such nice things see the light of day only once. After all, I watch my favorite Christmas movies every year.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, shoreacres, and I eat ice cream cones and drink Mountain Dew even more than once a year. I found myself reading something of yours that preceded our “following” status. Liked it, I will go back for more.

  2. Debbie L says:

    Precious! And yes, t seems Ike t takes having grandchildren to really appreciate the Lord’s admonishment to become childlike in our faith!

    • oneta hayes says:

      And to think how disappointed I was the first time I was told I would be grandma soon! Oh, the joy I found upon the arrival of that precious baby! I found a new generation making me great-grandmother was just as (or maybe more) wonderful. I’m so thankful my children and grandchildren are good parents. If they weren’t I might be a daunting grand-parent instead of a doting grandparent!

  3. How adorable. Blissful innocence 😊

  4. dawnlizjones says:

    Sister, that is water to our souls. Do you have any advice/posts about when your influence seems like it hasn’t been quite enough?? I would love to hear your thoughts.

  5. oneta hayes says:

    Dawn, your question alone has tears flowing -literally. I have heart break mostly I can wait out the pain. But I have another precious beauty who is still clutching her blanket on that old treadmill. Her heavenly Father waits, her earthly father waits I wait.

    • oneta hayes says:

      She reads my blogs sometimes. Probably not the comments but just in case, this note to my beauty, “You know, my darling how much I care. Remember how much I count on you. You are ny reach when I am gone. I love you.”

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