We went to our daughter and son-in-law’s house this morning to pick up the two grandkids. They are coming over for a “sleepover weekend” with us, to give the tired young parents a much-deserved short trip away.
Between all the packing, lawn mowing, dog whispering, etc., needed to rush out of town, the breakfast dishes were still on the counter. As any grandma would do, I started washing them.
The 4-year-old saw me. “Oh, Goggy,” she said sweetly, “you don’t have to do that.”
I replied, “That’s OK. I like to help out if I can.”
To which she replied, like a pint-sized Lady Bountiful, “Oh! You’re too kind.”
Was that the flash of a tiara I saw? Elbow-length gloves? Where did that queenly attitude sneak in amid the Paw Patrol and Peppa Pig?
I don’t know and I don’t care. To have lovely manners today is worth a wall full of trophies or a trunk full of cash. Attagirl, Your Majesty! †
And be ye kind one to another,
tenderhearted, forgiving one another,
even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.
By Susan Darst Williams • 6/27/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020