I picked up my mommy at the airport yesterday. It was so good to see her. We spent the day hanging out in Miami, and I got to show her my life here. I am so thankful for her, she is so patient with me. The relationship is so deep and I 'm sure extremely stressful for her at times. Sorry about that mom.
While I was at the airport waiting for her to arrive, I was watching this old man next to me. He had his luggage and was waiting for somebody. Then a young father walked by carrying his little daughter of about two years. As they walked by, the old man's face lit up. He looked her right in her eyes and gave the biggest smile. The girl smiled back, excited by the old man's obvious enthusiasm.
I wondered why this old man was so excited to see that little, young life go by. My grandfather is the same way with the youngest grandchildren in the family. It is as though they inspire him and give him more life. I find this very interesting. It is as though the old man is seeing something in himself, nostalgia or gratefulness that life is continuing. There is not depression or jealousy that this new life has more years or potential than himself. Instead, he possesses some kind of love or hope for this new life. It is almost as though the child gives him some kind of love or hope as well.
My mom and I talked a lot about these things throughout the day. I am amazed at her willingness to listen to me.
Until next time.
