Dr. James L. Snyder
One of my grandchildren asked me quite a penetrating question this week. Everybody knows how perceptive these little people are, especially when they are around big people. I am all for questions and answering questions and that sort of thing. Sometimes, however, the question crosses the wrong line.
“Grandpa,” one of the little people asked, “how old are you?”
I have always told the truth throughout life, which has been a great challenge.
Before I was married, there was no problem about always telling the truth. I always got in trouble if I did not tell the truth, so my practice has been to always tell the truth, no matter how difficult it might be or who it might hurt.
Then I got married. Growing up I did not have much interaction with people of the opposite sex. Actually, they made me nervous every time I was around them. What do you say? What do you talk about? After all, girls are not boys.
After being married for several years, I was presented with a question I was unprepared for. We were going to a banquet and just before leaving the house, my wife looked at me and said, “Does this dress make me look too fat?”
Where was my father when this question was posed? He never prepared me for such questions.
I really did not know what to say. As everybody knows, truth can be relative, especially when you are related to the one who was asking you the question. When it comes to clothing and fashion, I am completely outclassed.
After I got over being stunned by this question posed to me by my wife, a wonderful thought hit me. I looked at her and simply said, “I don’t know about that, but your hair looks beautiful.”
“Oh,” she said with a smile dancing all over her face, “thank you.”
Enough said.
Getting back to the question of the little person, I had to ponder for quite a while. How old am I, really?
I am not sure I can really answer that kind of question. It all depends upon your definition of old. When I was in my 20s, someone my current age I consider old. Now that I am this age, I understand the word old differently.
How old a person is, has nothing to do with the year of his or her birth. The one thing my father did tell me about people of the opposite sex is, “Never ask a woman her age.” To the best of my knowledge, I have kept to that standard.
“So, grandpa,” the curious little person asked, “how old are you?”
When you have a little person whose age is still in the single digits how do they know anything about age? Most of these little people are most anxious to reach that birthday when their age is double digits. You realize that single digits only last for nine years and double digits last the rest of your life!
This little person looked at me with curiosity all over her face, when a marvelous thought danced into my cranium. I then responded, “Well, I am not as old as your grandma.” For the time being, that satisfied that little slice of curiosity.
I quickly excused myself because I was quite certain the little person would approach her grandma with that question and I did not want to be in the room.
With all of the fads and the trends today toward looking younger what is a person to do. When young we want to look old and when a person gets to some magical age, they want to look young. What is the right age?
Looking back over my life, I do not know any year I would like to repeat. I certainly do not want to be a teenager again. I remember those teenage years and I was so glad to get out of that age group. My 20s were not any better, except it was during my 20s that I met the person who later became the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Those were good years.
Then when I got into my 30s, little people started coming into our house. They arrived about 18 to 20 months apart and stopped when the number reached three. Three is a good number.
I certainly do not want to go back to when little people roamed the house day and night. I certainly do not want to go back to when those little people became teenagers. The roughest thing about having teenagers is that it is payback for when you were a teenager. That is why as a grandpa, I smile benignly as I watch my children trying to parent their teenagers.
I would like to remind those parents of what life was like for me when they were teenagers. It is wonderful being a grandfather who always gets the last laugh.
David understood this when he wrote, “Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have showed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come” (Psalms 71:18).
I am not old; I am just mature for my age.
Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, PO Box 831313, Ocala, FL 34483. He lives with his wife, Martha, in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 1-866-552-2543 or e-mail jamessnyder51@Gmail.com or website www.jamessnyderministries.com.
