Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Words of Wisdom


I have a grandson named Cain who is now 11 years old. He has spent every other weekend with me since a young age. We are extremely close and he was very close to my husband. On the weekends when he would come our world revolved around him. He is such a great kid! His other grandparents have allot of money, we are the poor ones! The other grandparents have a really nice home ours is old and needs allot of work! The other grandparents are to busy to attend baseball, soccer, football, class musicals, etc. We attended most everything we could. I ran around the yard with toy machine guns playing army, tackle football, let him bury me in piles of leaves, have hot wheel races and cut his toast with cookie cutters and give him breakfast in Grandma's bed, and that's only a few things. The other grandparents have a corvette, we have a dodge. The other grandparents have a motor home, we have a tent. Cain said to me when he was pretty young: "My other grandparents have a fancy house grandma, and your house is kinda old, but you know what grandma, this house is filled with lots of love. " Isn't that so wise from such a young boy? His other Grandpa passed away in 2003, at age 62. It was a tragic accident, he was electrocuted while working on irrigation equipment. So the loss of my husband has been very hard for him, but he knows Jesus and he is very mature for his age. When Cain was little, very little he called me Barda for many years. I don't know why that was his name for me. The really strange thing about that is only one other person called me that and it was my Grandpa Oscar. Grandpa had names for all his Grandchildren. Mine was Marda Barda. He died many years before Cain was born. Maybe Grandpa gave him that name!

25 comments:

Sue said...

What a hansome and smart young man and a very touching story.

Winifred said...

What a lovely lad and a very wise one too. He's got his priorities right.

He must be a great comfort to you.

Scarlet said...

I got chills reading this, and yes, the boy is wise beyond his years. You've given him an incredible gift by just being yourself. :)

Scarlet said...

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Smooth Sailing said...

OK..I have to bring kleenex when I visit your site! What a wonderful grandson and what a wonderful nana you are! I had grandparents like you, but my children unfortunately do not. You are giving him a gift beyond compare. I know a woman who's daughter called her a name that only her mother knew. She too died long before her daughter was born. I think heaven is closer than we think! I fixed the access to my blog...

Brooke said...

That is very sweet of Cain. I have so many memories of one set of grandparents. however my grandma mary lou was already dead when i was born. I love hearing stories from your mom and Aunt Joyce (when she was alive)

Shionge said...

Hey Marla, thank you for introducing your Grandson Cain and yes, children don't need to be shower with materialistic things but love and can see that the bonding is great here.

Jim said...

Hey Marda Barda, you have a great grandson. I am happy for you. It is nice that he likes to come visit you a lot.
How is your knife? I hope it isn't still opened, surely with all the help you got it is closed by now.
:-)
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BTW, did you know my sister, Lois? She is on my blog today if you'd like to look in.
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Cliff said...

Hi Marla, I've read every word on this blog. Very touching and good to see a well grounded grandson and his grandma.
Again, so sorry for your loss and I hope you'll find someone to help pull the starter rope.
I shall return.

EV said...

There's nothing better than reading a heartwarming story like this .... Except maybe living or recalling the experience. Thanx for sharing!

Ramblings of a Villas Girl said...

Hi Marla! I found you by way of Cliff.
I am very sorry about your husband. From the pictures, he seemed like a fine and kind gentleman.
You had me laughing with the pocket knives and mower stories. I wished I could have seen that.
Your grandson, Cain, is a very handsome young man. And wise beyond his years.
Oh. And by the way, I think you got the blogging thing down. Lisa

Marc said...

Good kid.

Cliff could have told you how to close the knifes. I got your link from his blog.

You are getting the blog thing down pretty well! You can click on my name to see our attempt at blogging. We have no kids, and have lost both sets of parents, and I have only one brother, so our family has shrunk to almost nothing. Cherish what you have.

Our Love,

Marc and Sally Boyd

Marc said...

Actually here is our blog

http://cabinwood.blogspot.com/

Lucy Stern said...

Here by way of Cliff. I went back and started reading all of your posts. I am so sorry to hear about the death of your husband. Even when you know it is coming, it has to be hard to lose your soul mate....My heart is with you. Now you can love his dog and have a different kind of companion.

Those knives that won't close, look of a button to push and then hold it down while you close the knife. I remember the first time I tried to close one, it was a real laugh.

Your young grandson is very lucky to have you and you are lucky to have him. All kids want is attention and love, all the money in the world can't give them that. I am sure your grandson misses his grandpa, so be there for him and give him lots of kisses. Love your blog....

LZ Blogger said...

Marla ~
I came over here from my buddy Cliff's blog...
1st. Let me say how sorry I am for the loss of your husband. I can only imagine how sad that must be for you.
2nd. As for your grandkids... money and things are NOT what grandkids need (or want)... they need LOVE! And money can't EVER buy that!
Show them LOVE and that is what they'll remember the most about you! ~ jb///

bobbie said...

Hi Marla. Cliff sent me too.

I am sorry to hear that Pete has gone. But he will always be with you in your heart. I know. My husband has been gone for 33 years, but he is still with me. We too had four children. Three grandchildren, although the youngest is only three.

Your story warms my heart. You very obviously have a wonderful, close family. Cain sounds like a great little guy. And your job must bring you wonderful satisfaction. You're going to be just fine. Pete will always be there, giving you strength.

Ralph said...

Cliff told me to stop by - glad I did. You will be added to my must read list.
Cain is one bright, bright lad. You should be proud - very proud.
Ralph

Rachel said...

Very handsome and smart grandson you have!!

Granny Annie said...

It was a loving and wise God that gave most of us two parents thus two sets of grandparents. All being different, we learn to love each one. Your grandson is a peach!

Jamie Dawn said...

I'm so glad to hear that you won the cross necklace I made!! Congrats to you, and I hope you like it!!

Your grandson has such a sweet face. I bet he is a tenderhearted boy.
Sounds like your house has been a home, a true place of joy, comfort, and refuge.
Cain has learned a very valuable lesson in his youth:
Money does not bring love or lasting happiness.
It sure is nice to have, but when it comes to matters of the heart, a person's possessions don't mean much.

Cain has known true love because of you and your dear husband. I'm sure Cain misses him terribly and wishes he could see him again in that "old" house of yours that is so filled with love.
God bless Cain all his days!!

Paul Nichols said...

An excellent blog. I came by way of Cliff, who recommended you. However, I remember that you stopped my blog a few weeks ago. I wondered who you are, how you knew who I was...

I'll be back. This is good. I'll bookmark you and hope to hear from you again.

possum said...

So sorry for your loss. I, too, am a widow, but he was the book worm, the philosopher - I ended up being the "handy" one out of necessity! How fortunate you are to have a grandson, and an exceptional one at that, by the sounds of it. And best of all, he is nearby. I get to see mine once a year... sigh... and it is usually 3 days of chaos. I don't need to tell you to count your blessings - I can see you have already done that, even in the worst of times. You will do fine.
Bless you!
And thanks, Cliff!

Brooke said...

Hi Marla,
What a beautiful young man. I love that he knows Jesus and is blessed with such a wonderful grandmother. You and your family remain in my prayers. ;)

LaDawn said...

A fantastic post for a fantastic grandson with a fantastic grandmother.

I hope this blog is bringing you comfort and joy.

I do read other blogs but I tend to come in on the weekends or late at night and read a whole bunch at the same time so you'll find loads of comments from me on old posts.

Gill - That British Woman said...

that is a great post, and something for people to think about. Money can't buy you happiness can it? And children can see through that.....

Well done on bringing up a great grandchild, he must make you proud. I hope we do as well when we have grandchildren.

Gill in Canada