Parents can love, set patterns, teach expectations, and model examples, but we can’t shield our children from every challenge or struggle, every illness or misfortune.
The main purpose of the trip was to see my grandson perform for the last time in a children's play at his church. Next year he'll be 13 and will be too “old” for that sort of thing. This play was a right of passage for him, and I had to be there to see it.
I’m sure when I was born some 30-odd years ago and the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a ….redhead!” my parents felt what I imagine most parents do in that moment — a determination to protect their child, and to love her everlasting. But sometimes family doesn't last.
Few things are more perilous than a vehicle full of hungry toddlers, teenagers and their dad. It takes multiple promises of a 60-second-dinner-on-the-table-once-we-get-home to keep tempers at bay and to keep them from spending $60 at a restaurant for a less than fabulous meal.
I pack a few clothes and my mp3 player to board the plane for southeastern Kansas. My great-grandfather Henry and his family packed everything they owned on a train. They stopped and purchased land because there was a Lutheran Church, and so my Grandfather Erwin grew up on the farm. He left to become a German professor, and today I know almost nothing about farming.