Grandma's really do know stuff.

I was just thinking, not long after my son said,"Let me do it, you really don't know what you're talking about." Ah, the bliss of knowing it all. I thought I did when I was raising my children. Honey, I didn't know squat. Now, at 58, I do know squat. I know the lessons we learn thought our mistakes, but oh, how I wish I could impart to my son, the things I've learned along the way and the Truths I've recently learned, by studying about just who we are. I see directions I know will cause pain and unable to move them off the path. If we could only learn,without effecting those we love the most. The little ones, who carry every moment in their memories, and it changes who they are. Maybe I can help others who don't see me as "mom" who couldn't possibly know anything. I hope so.

Greeetings from California

I've landed in El Granada, CA to visit my sister, Patrica in their lovely home. The sun is shining and I'm trying out my first blog. I'm shining, too.
Kathleen