Monday Morning Blues – For the Grandparents
This article crossed my desk this past week after years of being filed away. Every word brings me laughter when I think that one day my grandchildren might say this about me. The words of a child are water to the thirsty soul.
As the story goes, a teacher once asked her students how they spent their vacation. One child wrote the following…
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house, but
Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona.
Now they live in a condo and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their golf cart and wear name tags because they don’t know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now. They play games and do exercises there, but they don’t do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump in with their hats on while they talk to each other. I guess they don’t know how to swim.
At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out. They go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night… early birds.
Some of the people can’t get out past the man in the dollhouse. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the dollhouse.
Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren!!!
(Source: many places around the net. I have written down that I found it in a church newsletter for the Jacksonville Church of Christ)
Oh, the life of grandparents through the eyes of a child.
I hope you enjoyed.
Just some Monday Moring Blues thoughts,
Chris
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