It happened to me the other day, and it will always be one of my treasured memories.
We had been running into road blocks trying to buy a certain piece of land, and I think our grandchildren must have sensed our discouragement. I must have been saying "if we get the land" instead of "when we get it".
Noelia looked up at me with innocent sweetness mixed with underlying determination. "Grandma, you can have my money to buy the land."
I was touched; how could I gently refuse her generous offer. "Sweet heart, you need to save it so that when we get the land you will have almost enough to buy a pony."
She wasn't satisfied. "No, I want you to buy the land with it. Nathanael wants you to use his money, too." Apparently they had already discussed it between themselves.
I was floored. It didn't matter that what they had to offer was like the widow's mite. To them, this was more important than their lifelong dream of owning ponies.
I realized two things. One, our grandchildren had given much thought to their grandparent's dilemma, and had worked out their own solution to the problem. And two, they really, really want us to have that land. (see Old Fashioned Grandparents)
I guess it's a craving they inherited from their grandma.
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