The phone rang this morning at 7:20. Normally I’d be up with the girls, helping them get ready for school. But once we got the Snow Day news, I couldn’t resist climbing back in my warm bed.
When I heard the phone, my first thought was “something’s wrong.” But when I heard my grandma‘s voice on the other end, I knew all was well. She must’ve just had something to say and wanted someone to say it to.
“Hi, Grandma. How are you?”
She chuckled. “Well, there’s a mouse in the house!”
“A mouse.” And she told me this great story about seeing a mouse in her room at the nursing home and the nurses being none too thrilled about it. We chatted for awhile, then said good-bye, and I went back up to bed once more.
She called again tonight at 8:00. “Did I already call and tell you something?” she said.
“You told me about the mouse this morning.”
She laughed. “Yes. Well, I was looking through a book tonight, and I know you’re a book lover.”
“I sure am.”
“And I found a poem about Abraham Lincoln. Maybe I’ve read it to you already?”
“Nope, I don’t think so.”
She read me a delightful poem about young Abe going to great lengths to procure a book he really wanted to read. But then when he got back to his cabin, he couldn’t read it, because he didn’t have a candle. So he gathered some kindling and started a fire and read by firelight.
I loved it.
“Now I’m going to shut my mouth and let you get to bed.”
I told her I loved her and that it would be awhile before I needed to get to bed.
The other day she called to tell me about a picture my cousin Camy had just sent her. A picture of all 6 of her boys (she also has a daughter). It’s a rare thing for all 6 of her boys to be together (the youngest turns 50 today–Happy Birthday, Uncle Chris!), and this photo is one she’ll treasure for the rest of her life.
I told Gabe today that Grandma needs Twitter. Or facebook. Or a blog. Basically, an outlet for her many, many thoughts, ideas, insights, funny stories. She’s a passionate communicator. (We have quite a bit in common.) I can’t imagine living in a nursing home and having a humorous thought pop into my head and no way to express it.
Thankfully, Grandma has her own cordless phone. Two of them (she charges one while using the other). She told me tonight that she’d been talking so much that they were both almost out of juice.
“I’ll tell Dad to get you a third phone,” I said, laughing.
“No,” she said, “that’s my cue to shut up.”
I, for one, hope she never shuts up. Grandma turns 89 on Valentine’s Day (we’re having a surprise party for her on Saturday. shhhhh!!!). And I hope I get a phone call from her every day for the next 10 years (at least!).
I don’t think she knows about Changing Your World going out of print, but as she was hanging up tonight, she said, “Don’t ever stop writing books!”
I won’t, Grandma. As long as God is calling me to write and speak, I’ll do it.
But, even more importantly than that, I won’t stop listening. To tales of mice and nurses. To poems about Honest Abe. To your beautiful laugh.
Who in your life needs you to pick up the phone and listen to him/her for a few minutes today? Tell me. Then make the call.