Lil
Bit Wants a Grandma or Grandpa
By Nita Wilson
Lil
Bit didn’t have parents as she was a creation of God himself. With no parents, she had no grandparents and
that was becoming a problem for her. She
knew many grandparents in Heaven and they were always loving, gentle and
playful with the little human souls.
Some were the actual grandparents of the child, and some were grandparents
waiting for their own grandchildren to arrive.
Also, there were Children waiting for their real grandma or grandpa to arrive
and until such time, were attracted to many of these older souls. She watched as the happy souls spent time
together, loving and happy; playing games, telling jokes and having a wonderful
time. Sometimes she went to the Heavenly
circus and watched as a grandpa bought cotton candy and popcorn for his special
little child soul. Sometimes she spent
time at the Heavenly swimming pool and enjoyed the playful, splashing children
swimming and cannon balling off the side.
The loving grandparent sitting on the side of the pool reading the Heaven Sun Times or a Heaven’s Digest while keeping one eye on
their little charge.
Lil
Bit had Jesus and Mother Mary, as did all in Heaven and on earth, but the two
dear souls were shared with so many others, sometimes a little angel had to
wait her turn to be tickled and tossed in the air by Jesus, or work in the rose
garden with Mother Mary. Lil Bit knew
she had a jealous streak that would have to be dispelled, but the dream of
having her own grandma or grandpa was overwhelming at times.
“Moon
Beam, don’t you ever want your own grandma?”
She asked her best friend one day.
“I
never thought about it. I’m too busy and
you should be too.” Lil Bit knew this
was true, but it didn’t matter; she wanted what she wanted. She asked Punkin Seed who laughed in her face
and told her to go away and leave his Huckleberry bushes alone, he found them
first.
“I
don’t want your ole Huckleberry bushes.
Why are you so mean?” She thrust
out her bottom lip and walked away.
“Wait,
Lil Bit. I’m sorry, you can have
some. I’ve just been a little down
lately since the Super Bowl.” He held
out a purple stained hand with lots of berries.
She looked from the dirty hand to him and shook her head.
“No
thanks, I can wait and pick my own. Thanks anyway.” She flew off wondering what the heck a Super
Bowl was and whether or not it was meant for Huckleberries and cream.
After
asking several angels who gave her the same response as Punkin Seed, she flew
up to the great hall and gently knocked on the huge doors.
“Come
in.” Boomed his mighty voice. She went through the doors and saw his gentle
self sitting in front of all the many monitors.
He reached over and scooped her onto his lap.
“So,
you want a grandma or grandpa? Is that
what I’ve been hearing?”
“Yes,
Abby Father. I think they are very
special and we all should have some.”
She sat looking down making the itsy bitsy spider movement with her tiny
hands while trying not to whine.
“I
quite agree, child. I’m surprised I
never thought of it myself.” He raised
her chin with a big finger and looked into her eyes.
“Yes,
Mam, a fine idea. I think this is going
to be a new joy in Heaven.” He pointed
to one of the monitors.
“See
these people here?” He showed a monitor with
a group of older souls playing checkers and listening to Heavenly music. Some were making notes in ancient Bibles and
some were in warm kitchens baking nice things to eat and singing to themselves.
Some were fishing on river banks and some were just feeding animals and birds
around Heaven, but all were living in joyous content.
“These
are people who never had children on earth.
They may be as fond of the idea of grandchildren as you are of
grandparents. Why don’t we ask them?” He put her down and picked up the little microphone
used to speak to the people on the monitor.
“Attention,
friends. If you are interested in having
a grandchild, please sign up on the bulletin board in the great hall. We have young angels who need a little
spoiling. If this is to your liking,
please sign up.” He shrugged his
shoulders and looked at Lil Bit.
“We’ll
see what happens. Maybe you could speak
to the baby angels and see how many may be interested?” He smiled the wonderful smile that always
made her glad to be his child.
“But
Abby Father what if not enough grandparents sign up? My friends would be hurt.” He threw back his head and laughed and
laughed.
“One
thing I know, child, no one can say no to having a grandchild. Maybe a few on earth, but NONE here at
home.” Now run along and ask your
friends.” He was still chuckling at the
thought of a person not wanting a grandchild as she left the great hall.
“Moon
Beam, Moon Beam, we’re going to have grandparents. Isn’t that wonderful?” She flew around Moon Beam’s head like a
friendly fly.
“I
guess. What does that mean?” She stopped planting the tulip bulbs long
enough to take off her gloves and sunhat and look at her friend.
“I’ll
tell you what it means.” They heard the
kindest voice they had ever heard and looked around. A beautiful white haired, dark skinned lady
with a huge smile and shining eyes was sweeping Moon Beam up in her arms.
“It
means, me and you are going to bake some nice zucchini bread for Jesus’ supper
and maybe if he’s good we’ll invite old Moses too.” Moon Beam squealed with delight and left with
her new ‘grandmother’ asking a bazillion questions about life and baking and…
life.
Lil
Bit was happy; it was happening, they would all get grandparents. Everywhere she looked there were old souls
matching up with little angels and even children’s souls who were yet to find a
grandparent were being chosen by a grandmother or grandfather. She stood still in the tulip garden and
looked around. What would her
grandparents be like? Tall, short, fat,
thin? She liked the idea of a little
plump grandma with a white bun, but she wasn’t picky, any kind would do.
Lil
Bit sat all afternoon on a beautiful iron bench watching the tulips grow, but
no one came. At twilight she left and
went back to the great hall. She passed
happy people all over Heaven. All but
one; a little plump lady with white bun was sitting in a patch of clover, sad
forlorn and lonely. Lil Bit flew around
her a couple of times to assess the situation before finally making herself
very small and lighting on a four leaf clover.
She sat and looked at the little old lady and saw the portal the old
woman had made to watch the goings on down on earth. There was an old tenement building in a big
city and Lil Bit walked down the narrow hall and into a one room apartment to
see the body of the little old lady lying un-seen and un-noticed, un-loved and
neglected in a small bed surrounded by books and framed photographs of a life
lived happily, but alone. There were
many pictures of friends and happy outings, but no family photographs, no
children or grandchildren. Lil Bit could
see the friends in the photographs were all gone from earth, and residing in
Heaven with families of their own. She
saw in an angel’s eye the woman knew no other life but the one she was leaving
and so kept her soul attached to the old woman in the bed.
“This will be my grandmother.” Thought Lil Bit. “And
she will be the best ever. She has a
whole life of fun things to show and tell me and I will be the first in Heaven
to know these things.”
Lil
Bit touched the old ladies heart and looked into her now smiling face.
“Hi
Grandma. I’m Lil Bit. I think we are going to be best friends. Do you know how to be a grandma?”
“No. But I always wanted to be.” The lady was smiling. So this was Heaven. How delightful, her own grandchild, yes this
was Heaven.
“What
do we do first?” She was happy and
couldn’t wait to get started.
“Can
you bake cookies? We have a whole bunch
of chocolate chips and nuts, I like them best.”
The
old lady frowned.
“I
don’t like to cook. Never did. I guess you’ll have to find another grandma.”
“What,
find another grandma? Are you kidding me
Grandma? So you can’t cook, what can you
do?” Lil Bit couldn’t wait to tell Moon
Beam her grandma couldn’t cook, this was getting more interesting by the
second.
“I
play the piano. But I haven’t played in years; I had to sell mine to pay the
rent.” The lady answered with a doubtful
look.
“Oh
boy. Yes, come on, I know where there’s
one in a beautiful hall just waiting to be played.” Lil Bit took her grandma to the hall of music,
chose a piano and the two of them carried it to a beautiful room with tall windows
overlooking a garden of statues and paths bordered with flowering bushes. Grandma played all afternoon and Lil Bit danced
and danced. Grandma taught her the “Charlston”,
the “Jitter Bug” and how to Waltz’ and by dinner time, they were tired and hungry
and even the statues were dancing.
“So
this is Heaven.” The old woman smiled with
joy, holding Lil Bit in her arms.
“So
this is a grandma.” Lil Bit loved hers so
much she wanted to squeal.
“You
see, Lil Bit, you waited patiently and I gave you the one best suited for you.”
God spoke in her heart.
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