Fishing with Jackson

Jackson, my son Steve and his wife Sarah's little boy, is two years old now. He is very verbal for a boy his age. This spring he fished for the first time. He loved being out in the boat with Grandpa and his Daddy. He wasn't as much into the fish or even catching fish as he was just excited about the experience. Yesterday he was at our house and we went for a long walk in the woods. We have a tee-pee in our woods, constructed by the Campfire Campers below our property. Jackson liked the tee-pee, but he was more interested in finding rocks he liked and putting them in his pockets. It reminded me of all the days my kids spent at their Grandparents' picking up rocks and putting them in their pockets. When you are a busy Mom you really don't spend much time thinking about rocks in pockets. They are really more of a laundry hazard than anything else. But somehow when you are a Grandma, you take the time to examine the rocks with your grandson. You talk about how deep his pockets are and you spend a little more time encouraging your grandson's creativity with the rocks. When your grandson talks to you about all he sees during your walk in the woods, it has a different kind of charm than the words that came from the mouths of your own children. Maybe it is because my children taught me how to love so deeply that now when I walk in the woods with Jackson and share moments and rocks, I appreciate the love of a child and for a child in even deeper ways.