No, we’re not the grandparents
Leada Gore, Editor
It was a lovely Easter morning. Greg and I had brought Sutton to my mother’s church, the same church where I grew up. Easter is a celebration of miracles and we’d had a few small ones at our house that morning. We had managed to get up, get everyone fed and dressed and make it to Birmingham in time for morning services. We were even early.
Miracles all around.
Sutton was all dressed for the big Easter celebration and carried a little bunny rattle, something meant to distract her during church. Sutton is famous for not wanting to wear socks or shoes, so we’d struck a bargain – if she’d wear her socks and shoes during church, I’d let her go barefoot the rest of the day. I bought her little white sandals and she wore some frilly socks with them. She managed to leave them on in the car on the way to Birmingham, mainly because she couldn’t reach her feet. We walked in church building and sat down in the lobby, waiting for the first service to finish. This is when Sutton decided she didn’t want to participate in our bargain anymore and proceeded to take her shoe off and give it a toss. Greg went and picked it up and I laughed.
The man was embarassed. He looked at Greg and said “well, then you’re really brave.”
Greg and I realize we’re older than most new parents. We’ve even joked about me needing a walker to go to PTA meetings and him coaching softball while wearing a hearing aid but I didn’t exactly expect some stranger to think we were Sutton’s grandparents.
We went into the church service, found my family and told them the story. They laughed.
Yes, I remember that, too. And thanks for the reminder.
We sat through the remainder of the church service, which was lovely. The choir sang beautifully, the message was inspiring and it was good to see so many familiar faces. Sutton even made it through most of the service, at least long enough for my mother to get through with her choir duties and come and take her outside.
We wrapped up the service with a prayer but instead of the usual, I added a few silent thoughts of my own.