I work like a dog. My body is sore and I can barely walk and I go home so tire. At the 9 am hour I return home. Grandchildren are waiting for their Grandpa. He promised them bubbles and the lake.

Grandson of two years old ran to me and yelled. I love you Grandpa and released me and ran for his shoes. He come back to me and opened the  bag with the  bubbles inside and asked to go to the park. Tired feet followed the boy to the car. I  loaded the child into the car seat. Little Jaden is singing and ready for the lake and to chase the bubbles.

His brother and him are laughing and talking as I drive to the nearby lake. I listen with an appreciated heart. Song and voices of our children. Sweet words needed to keep the heart alive and strong.

I believe I became a better Grandfather than father. I learn by trial and error. Anger and fighting, does not help. We must listen and pay attention to our kids. I follow my Grandfather rules now. “Keep you anger and argument outside. This is a house to feel safe and sound. A home without the feel of love. Is a prison.”

I released the bubbles from the bubble gun. Large bubbles flowed and the grandchildren chased them. I watched them run and laugh. Little Jaden come to me and he hugged me. He told me. Thank you Grandpa and I love you.

Bubbles and dreams are flowing in my thoughts as the two boys are chasing the bubbles in the wind. I looked to the sky and I thank the spirit of life and death. Thank you for the good day, laughing children and nature near. I appreciate the kind gifts.

Old men dreams can fade and they become the elders. The teachers of the children. A task to take seriously.  We must teach the children to be kind, have concern and life is fair.

Today new dreams are being born for my grandchildren and the old man. Is watching running children and the bubbles flowing in the gentle men. True paradise for the wise man.

John Castellenas/Coyote