In yesterday’s post, I shared a particular moment with my son showing his grandmother a compelling video of the harmful effects of cigarette smoking. Tailor is on a mission to help her win the war against tobacco addiction and, from the back seat, I am cheering him on. Who am I to tell my son to leave his grandmother alone? Nope. I won’t do that. I am a spectator enjoying the parade.
Well. After dinner today, my mom and my son walked to the mailbox together. It took some coaxing on his part, but she agreed.
The walk to the mailbox was short but possibly the beginning of a change and the start of a new habit. Their walk to the mailbox replaced mom’s after-dinner cigarette.
Grandchildren make the world
a little softer,
a little kinder,
a little warmer.