I confess that yesterday’s post took it out of me.  When the heart knows that there is so much to be done and so many children hurting, it is painful.  I want to scoop everyone of the hurting children up in my arms and soothe them.  I want to feed them and clothe them.  I want to be a loving grandmother to them.  But, of course, that’s impossible.  So, I began the search to see what I could do here…on limited resources and energy.  I would love to sit in the nursery at the hospital and rock babies who don’t have enough visitors.  I am a Registered Nurse but I don’t want that role with the babies.  I just want to comfort and cuddle them.  I haven’t looked into that one yet.  There is a possibility I could work with young adults with special needs.  I think it would also be fun to work in a soup kitchen.  I am researching and praying about it.

In the meantime, I needed some endorphins!  I needed a sense of well being and the reassurance that not every child in this world is in harms’ way.  So, I invited myself to an afternoon of play and dinner at my daughter’s house (I have an open invitation).    I picked a good night because she was preparing Ree Drummond’s lasagna and fabulous homemade bread from the Amy’s Bread cookbook.

While my daughter and my sixteen year old grandson ran some errands, I stayed with the other children and finished rotating the homemade chocolate chip cookie batches through the oven.  My five year old grandson wanted to play but I was manning the oven, so I suggested that I introduce him to a little 50’s and 60’s music.  His dad has introduced him to the 80’s music, so he thought that was a cool idea.  We began with Rockin’ Robin.  Remember that one?  Try standing still listening to that!  Then Splish-Splash, I Was Taking a Bath!  Then I wanted to introduce him to one of my lifetime favorites:  Elvis Presley!  I knew to choose wisely of course.  He is, after all, only five but this sweet grandson has more than his share of rhythm…just like Grandmommy!  😉  So we listened to Teddy Bear, Don’t Be Cruel and then the movie clip from G.I. Blues where Elvis sings Wooden Heart in a puppet booth.  We had a good time and, about that time, my daughter and grandson were back.

I returned home refreshed with leftover lasagna and bread…and a sense of peace and happiness.