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One day it’s a hole, the next day it’s the whole sweater

Al and I, along with our family, have traveled throughout Colorado, going to football games and enjoying the changing seasons.

The colors are vibrant, but changing quickly.

I said to Al, “Whatever we didn’t get done this summer, it’s too late now. We have moved into the next season.”

I made a mental checklist.

I asked Al, “Did you wrap the water pipes in the bathhouse, did you get all the flowers from outside into the studio, and did you drain the water out of the RV? Did you get all the vehicles under cover, all the cushions and carpet picked up, and do we have enough wood for winter?”

The list goes on: It’s all part of entering into another season, and leaving the last season in good condition. It’s also taking care of our things so we will be ready for next spring.

As Al and I are facing another life season from fall into winter, we are not in a hurry to pass on, but life is quickly escaping all of us. Are things better because we have passed through? I surely hope so.

I was thinking about all the crazy things going on around us. We’ve held to our roots and beliefs, but all the time trying to be flexible and moving ahead with our grandchildren and the next generation. It is a battlefield out there for our children; they are faced with things we can’t even imagine. They are not ready mentally, spiritually or emotionally for the changes ahead.

So, when our grandson said to me, “We come from monkeys,” I came unglued.

I said, “That’s a lie out of the pit. Where did you hear that?”

“Oh, from my teacher.”

“You don’t believe that, do you? If you believe the Bible, you know it isn’t true.”

“My teacher said there are lots of religions.”

I said, “Ask your teacher if I can come in and speak to your class.”

He said, “Oh, you can’t do that. Then he added, “She’s a Christian.”

Then, he was off to another subject.

My daughter spoke up. “These kids are confused by all of this. They are too young to know a truth from a lie.”

“Well, maybe we didn’t get it all done in this season, and these kids are quickly moving into a world they can’t handle. It’s more than making sure the wood is piled up for winter and the water is drained out of the hoses. We need to be concerned about the well being of our kids, so that they might have a decent life. We need to take care of things for the next season.”

When we were raising our children, we didn’t have to deal with television. Happy Days and The Brady Bunch were the only things they watched. We ate together as a family and we talked as a family. There wasn’t any texting at the dinner table.

Those days were kinder days to us, but we are in a different season now, and different times.

How do we handle all this stuff that is robbing our kids of their innocence? Some of them have already lost the sweetness of youth.

We might think it’s too late. I hope not. We’ve become unshockable with the things we hear and see.

So, I’ve made a mental checklist. I will talk to the teacher who is teaching things that slander our God and demoralizes human beings. She might have taught it as theory, but my grandson took it as truth. I will continue praying for my grandchildren. I will pray for all the other kids in school. I will purpose to stay in touch with this next generation.

All this reminds me of getting my winter clothes out and finding a moth hole in one of my best sweaters. One day it’s a hole, the next day it’s the whole sweater. We are surprised to see or hear it because we didn’t know it was happening.

When my daughter read the article “Teachers are always teaching” she said, “It is so true. Mr. Driesens taught me how to make trivets. When Al and I were setting tile, I told him I knew how, because Mr. Driesens taught me. Not only that, he taught us a lot about life.”

Final brushstroke: It’s all about changing seasons, leaving the last season behind in good condition. Mr. Driesens has left this earth, but my children are better for being taught by him. Thank you Mr. Driesens.

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