My great-grandfather Pappy wrote many unpublished short stories. His daughter Nanaw was an artist and writer, as well as an art teacher. Her husband Dadaw was an amateur inventor and held several patents before he died. And my mother is a talented stained glass artist, children’s music teacher and decorator.
Each of my late relatives lived life with panache and turned ordinary moments into memorable experiences. Pappy allowed his pet parakeet to drink coffee out of his cup in the mornings. Nanaw and Dadaw danced to the Muzak in the grocery store, much to my mother’s chagrin. While they waltzed around the frozen food, she hid behind the stacks of canned goods, praying no one would see her. Their defense? “We can’t let this good music go to waste!”
Read more of this piece.Image by Tim Miller. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by High Calling Editor Dena Dyer. A version of this piece appears in Grace for the Race: Meditations for Busy Moms (Patheos Press). Dena’s newest book, Wounded Women of the Bible: Finding Hope when Life Hurts (Kregel), will be released in late August.