My children had plenty of grandparents to love, both nearby and at a distance, but God gave my children another special gift. Her name was Mrs. Schrum, and she lived next door to us for twelve years. She was there as each of my children were born and couldn't wait to come over and hug them and admire the newest addition to our growing family.
My children loved walking over to her house to ring her doorbell because they knew that cookies and Sprite would be waiting for them. She would sit them on her bar stools and listen as they told her about what was happening in their little worlds. She didn't drive, so each week she would go with my children and me to the grocery store. We would part ways once inside, but every time my children saw her round the corner they would smile and wave. Sometimes she would let one of them ride in her shopping cart in order to give me a much needed break.
She loved gardening, spring cleaning her house and hanging her sheets out on the line to dry. She would come over on summer afternoons and talk with me while my children played in their kiddie pool. Ours was a special friendship, and I miss those days of sharing the joys of motherhood with this godly woman. She lived her life simply and sacrificially, and my children found in her the love of an adopted grandmother.
So if your children are lacking a grandmother of their very own, maybe there's one you can adopt. Who knows? She might just live next door!
Posted by Debi




