Whew! It was a crazy weekend at the supergrandkids household, with a hunter education class being taught by Papa, a wedding to attend, three services of church for me to play for, and a couple of little sweeties to spend the weekend with us! We had a wonderful time though, and it made me think about chaos and quiet.
When our girls are with us, whether it's the baby, or the two older girls, our house is crazy. We like to do crafts, bake, make elaborate pretend villages, and read books by the hour. We also love to go to the library, the zoo, the park, and so many other places. Life's a whirlwind, and our house reflects it when the girls leave.
At that point, things get really quiet again, we pick up the house, the toys get put away, and our lives go back to a more orderly schedule. It's a lot different than being a parent, when you got so caught up in the chaos that after a while, you don't even notice it. When you're a grandparent, you truly embrace the tornado, and though it's tiring, it's so rewarding. I think, too, that the quiet times make the crazy times better.
Grandparenting reminds me a lot of that old game, freeze tag, where you run and run until someone shouts, "Freeze!" Then, you stop and wait, maybe catch your breath. I'm finding, though, that in the midst of the chaos, I'd like to freeze the craziness for just a bit and just take it all in. These are wonderful times, and they'll be over too soon.