When our girls were little, we read to them a lot. Upstairs, those books are still in the pink bookcase that used to set in their old bedrooms at the many houses we called home.
Bedtime, after baths we'd settle down to a good book or two. Most of the time they were Golden Books. Stories with beautiful drawings of children and the struggles that children face. Each one taught a lesson or left the impression that Mom and Dad can fix whatever is wrong. They would fall asleep to sweet dreams.
The girls are grown now with families of their own. They are the ones putting band-aids on knees and kissing boo boos. I wish sometimes we could go backwards in time. I wasn't thinking then how fast they would grow up and I didn't know the struggles they would face. The world was a simpler place then, we drove around without even wearing our seat belts most of the time. With Grandchildren you stand back and just hope and pray they will grow up and make the right decisions, but your child raising days are over. Mom used to say, "It's their turn." Good advice and I've tried to practice it. All we can do is hope they learn from their mistakes and find their path in life. It's the prayer that I say most often these days.