A family close to us celebrated the birth of the first grandchild on the weekend. We’ve prayerfully followed the pregnancy, so the boy’s arrival was exciting for us. I don’t remember ever posting one of Carole’s songs, but the song she wrote about grandparenting when our first grandchild was born fit the moment. I posted it to our tribe and then to the world—at least to humans connected to my Facebook page.

I was tightly focused on the song. I fantasized about it—it will fall into the hands of a singer or record company—you know the rest of that story.

A California friend who hasn’t been paying attention asked, “Is this your first?” I had absolute tunnel vision! Knowing he is a musician—we sang together in another century—I assumed he was asking about the song. It seemed an odd way to ask if this was the first song we had written? Published? Recorded?

He was thinking grandchildren, I was obsessing on the song. I replied something like:

“We’ve produced an album of Carole’s. A couple of them mine. Mostly about family. I like her unique approach.”

Huh?

When one of our grandchildren was new, Carole collected baby shoes, put Mother Hen and Chicks plants in the shoes and gave them as gifts—(Not the kid, the shoes.)  She wrote this poem to accompany the baby shoes.

Little Feet

Little feet that grow so fast—

Tiny shoes become the past.

Bigger feet to run their race,

I pray, Dear Lord, give them grace.

Help them look before they leap.

I pray, Oh, Lord, their souls You’ll keep.

Every time I see their shoes,

I’ll lift my children up to you.

Guide their steps and watch their way

Walk close beside them every day.

©2015 Carole L. Benton

On this weekend of new babies moving in and young adults leaving home to start their own adventure, the importance of parents and grandparents’ prayers seems huge—regardless the size of their Reeboks.

©2015 D. Dean Benton –http://www.bentonministries.com