It feels like it can’t be easy being young these days.  Somehow, our worsening climate, our divided country, our not-prompt-response to Covid etc. do not seem to bode well for the future. But this might just be old-person-talk.  Because after spending a weekend with my junior in high school grandchild and his parents in Maryland, I feel a little more hopeful.

Hanging out with the next two generations is refreshing.  We did not discuss doctors’ appointments. In fact, I don’t remember anything we discussed.  I do remember that we laughed a lot.  I do remember sitting in the blazing sun watching #11, aka my grandson, do a great job as the kicker in his high school’s football game (despite a hard loss) while his father who somehow got a press pass walked the side-lines taking endless photos.

During the summer #11 had gone on a Y-camp service trip to Japan, and he showed me a slideshow about his trip.  He paused at a slide of a little shop, walked across the room and came back with a wrapped present from that very shop for his astonished grandmother. 

I managed not to cry.