Last night, right before bed my
daughter shared a special gift with me. It was not wrapped in a pretty package,
and was not something that I could hold, eat, wear or look at, yet it was a
precious gift; a gift that makes your eyes fill with tears and your heart swell
with love and gratitude. Gratitude for time well spent and a gift that will be
forever held in my heart.
As many of you may remember, Joe
and I had the privilege of home-schooling our ten year old grandson; for one
semester. It was something that he had been begging his mother to do and
something that we felt would be a “once in a lifetime” experience for all of
us. It wasn't always easy, and I was often exhausted and exasperated, but
knowing how much it meant to him; it was worth it.
In my opinion, there is nothing
more important than relationships. Investing time and effort into our children’s
and grandchildren’s lives’, as well as our own, is priceless. Life is meant to
be lived and to be shared and we will be remembered for the memories that we
created, not by the things that we own, or the vehicles that we drove.
The gift of time is not something
that can be replaced with electronic devices or toys and as parents and
grandparents we only have a short window of time in which to nurture, guide and
enrich our children. It is our “job” to give our children the tools that they
will need to be prepared to build the best life that they can, for themselves
and their own children. I am honored to have been able to allow a little boy
the experience to be able to write the following paper for an assignment that
was “An Important Time in His Life.”
It was the year 2012. I was 9 years old, and my baby
brother was almost one year old. At the time, I disliked him because he was
annoying. Because of so, I preferred to stay in my room, or go outside more, to
try and avoid him. A few months later, it was December. I got sick of going to
public school, so I begged my mom for days to home school me. But one day she
had finally said yes.
I was so happy, I started jumping with joy. But instead
of home schooling me herself, she said my grandparents would in Idaho. I was
even more happy, but I realized, I had to say goodbye to all my friends and
family for 6 months. I had made the decision, and decided I would go. A month later, it was January, my
birthday had just passed, and it was time to say goodbye. Once I did, I was
excited to finally go. Later, once I got there, I was picked up, and taken to
their house. Once I got there, I realized that where I was, was nothing like
what I had ever seen before in California. It was beautiful, I was blown away
of what was before me. The whole neighborhood was even called
The view of my front porch was like watching God's front
yard. What nature was in front of me there was a "V shape" of two
mountains close to each other. One had many trees and another had less. For the
neighborhood it's self was outstanding. Instead of flatland on a street, this
whole neighborhood, was on a mountain. That's right, a whole mountain. for a
road, there was a trail that marked tracks for a road, no concrete, just dirt.
People owned horses, and the neighborhood was even bumpy, with small hills, my
backyard led to a hiking trail, and there were no street lights, no light
pollution, and at night, there is only one noise that we hear. The most
astonishing, most unique feature about this place, is the fact that we have in
Osprey, Elk. Every single night, there are always elk. We always hear them
calling, their footsteps, and even when they eat grass. This whole neighborhood
struck my heart with wonders. I never wanted to go back home. This was my home.
While I was there, I made two friends. they were both
nice, and I still contact them today. During winter we had to stack wood
because it was snowy. All was great though.
Throughout the months, I was doing great in home school.
I was going through it very fast, I knew it would end well. On May 21st, I had
finished my year, I hadn't but to believe it. I was so amazed at the fact that
being homeschooled, in such a beautiful place, would help me finish early.
But eventually, It was time, I had to leave. I was trying
to find a good way to convince my grandparents to stay but, it wouldn't work. I
had to say goodbye to everything there. It was so hard, but I did. When I got
back, I saw why I was so surprised of Idaho, why it was so difficult to believe.
It was because where I live now, is not peaceful, not beautiful, and not
settling. No elk, no peace, and no relaxing. Here in South California, I seem
to feel sad, depressed, and lonely. With my friends gone, I don't have to many
others to contact, and get together with. School hits me the most though. Which
is why I think of Idaho as the one place to go after a long, exhausting, period
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