Little stories of life
As I mentioned recently, my customers at work sometimes share little stories about their lives.
One day, a woman told me about her three grandchildren. She has two grandchildren that are actually her blood, and one more little fellow that she claims as a grandchild. Her son married the little boy's mother. His grandparents in his blood-father's family won't have anything to do with him.
My customer decided even before she met the little boy that she would be a real grandma to him if a marriage came about. At that time, she didn't know that the real grandparents shun the little boy, but when she found out, she became even more determined to be his grandma. She loves him like he's her own. "Their loss is my gain," she told me.
Another grandmotherly lady was in the store recently, shopping for children's gifts and various items for travel. As she checked out, she told me that she will be flying to another state with the man she's dating. They're going to visit his son and family. She hasn't met them before and she's a little nervous.
She is a widow and her man-friend is a widower. She still misses her husband of 40 years. She would never have imagined herself dating again, but she's lonely. She and her man-friend went to high school together, many years ago. They enjoy each other's company. Who would have ever thought it would turn out this way?
Yesterday, as I lay on the sofa in my feverish haze, I thought about writing these two little stories, and I tried to find a common thread to tie them together. The best I could come up with is this: Never reject the opportunity to love.