I spent as much time as I could with my 14 -year-old granddaughter last weekend. She lives in Northern California, and I hadn’t seen her in about 2 years. We’ve talked and done the Facetime thing, but I haven’t had “Grandma Time” with her. She’s a remarkable young woman. Full of life, full of dreams, full of that teenage vision of the world we all possessed at one time or another.
I think sometimes we overlook the wisdom of teenagers. Yes, I know how teenagers can be, but, if you really take the time to listen, they can teach you something about yourself.
They can make you remember that part of yourself that had hopes and dreams, that part of yourself that wasn’t yet jaded by the world. You know, that part of yourself that just knew it was all going to work out, because you knew you could make it happen.
You. Just. Knew.
Being with her – well – it’s convinced me more than ever, that we need to do what we can, to save the world for her. We need to give her a world where she can dream as big as she wants, and know that she has the chance to make her dreams come true.
We need to do it for her, for her brother, for all my other grandchildren and great grandchildren. For all the kids, grandkids and great grandkids in the world. We owe them all their chance.
She doesn’t care that I’m gay. She just cares that I love her, and I will always be there to listen, will always be on her side, in her corner, her safe place to fall if ever she needs me.
And isn’t that what we all need? People in our lives who love us, no matter what. People who accept us, people who make you remember that teenage you who thought you could change the world. And a teenage granddaughter who makes you remember the joy in taking off your shoes, rolling up your pants, and walking in the ocean!