Posted by: Kelli
We live just three and a half miles from my parents. In other words, I have two little boys who live three and a half miles from their grandparents. This is one of the sweetest blessings in my life right now. I did not grow up near either set of my grandparents, and I had no idea what I was missing out on until my husband and I decided to grow our roots here near family. This privilege runs deep.
While many days are spent living life here at home, just my boys and me, we spend plenty of afternoons at grandma and grandpa’s house. It’s rare to spend any time at grandma and grandpa’s house without a special two year old requesting a tractor ride…expectantly awaiting an ‘okay, let’s go’ from his grandpa.
My dad has made a hobby out of restoring antique tractors. My son absolutely loves his grandpa’s tractors, and we had a great time seeing his tractors on display last weekend at a festival. The ability to restore these tractors is really quite admiral. Grandpa puts a lot of detail, patience, thought, and skill into keeping the character and integrity of an old tractor alive.
A heritage is being passed on every time that little boy sits on an orange tractor in grandpa’s barn. I’m not getting into anything deep here, but my little boy is learning to share in his grandpa’s love for tractors. He is learning that part of the definition of fun means going to grandpa’s barn, picking out a tractor, and taking a fifteen minute ride around the yard.
So if my son is two years old and has already learned to love tractors, what else am I allowing him to learn. What am I teaching him during the almost ten hours a day I have with him until my husband returns home from work?
Respecting those in authority.
Never speaking harshly toward others.
Learning to be polite.
Encouraging his little brother.
Grandpa has done an astounding job so far of passing on a love for tractors. What am I doing today to build a heritage with my children?