jad jumping

Making use of the birthday jump rope.

This is the first of your birthdays that you are taller than I.  I remember when your legs got too long to put them in my face on my pillow.  And I remember the feel of your feet as your legs stretched longer and longer in my bed.

We haven’t slept together much for the last couple of years because you often had to comfort little sisters when you were staying overnight so you slept with them.

Which brings me to the BLESSING you are.  So much help and sweetness.  For me you are fish bowl cleaner, medicine pill filler, game space organizer, window decorator, top shelf duster, glass filler, doll dresser, and clean-upper.  And a really good challenger and often the game winner.  I love you, My Darling.

Twelve.  Twelve!  A very special year.  It was at twelve when Jesus made a decision to stay in the temple to talk to the grown up preachers and teachers.  It was a decision that disturbed his parents greatly.  They took him back home and the Bible says Jesus grew in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and all the people.”   Even Jesus had to spend more time growing up in obedience to his earthly parents.

 Twelve is an important year when you will be called on to make wise choices and still live in obedience to your parents, teachers, and the Lord.  Sometimes that will seem troubling, but it is necessary to prepare yourself for a lifetime of living!

Whee! That was Gramma’s sermon to you.  Now back to how much I love you, how much I enjoy your company, and how much I thank God for you.

How much?  A lot.  A lotta lot.  A very lot of lot.  An abundant amount of lot.  An extremely huge lot of lot.  I’m smiling; hope you are too.  Happy Twelfth!






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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10 Responses to JADALYN JUMPS INTO HER 12th YEAR

  1. Nothing puts a smile on my face like sharing the love another Grandma has for her Grandchildren. Ohhhhhh, the joys they bring! I thank God for all of mine and for the parents who created them! God knew what He was doing when Grandchildren were brought into the picture! Thank You for sharing, Oneta! Bless You!

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    This is so lovely. Your love for your grandchildren is bigger than big. There’s nothing like it, is there? Happy birthday to Jadalyn.

  3. Dawn Marie says:

    What a wonderful memory you have just made for your grand-daughter by honoring her with this delightful post! I am sure she is jumping up & down with glee!! Hugs to you for being such a SPECIAL grandmother!!💕

    • oneta hayes says:

      I like the idea of my birthday “cards” being in the clouds long after I am gone. And their mothers don’t have to find a place to store them until they are discreetly discarded. 😀

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