Back in the day, my teenage son Val drove a ’77 Trans Am.
This week, my newly licensed grandson Vaughn took me for a ride in his ’79 Trans Am. Both of them worked for the cars.
It was a blast from the past riding with Vaughn. How many late nights did I breathe a sigh of relief when I heard the rumble of Val’s ’77 pulling into the driveway? Many!
It seems like yesterday the grandkids spent time playing video games in my basement. Now two of them are driving. We increase prayer time, praying angels around all of them.
I’m impressed with the work Vaughn and his dad have put into the rehabilitation of the classic car. It’s a great father-son project. It’s also a strong bonding experience for both of them.
Vaughn has worked for us this summer helping with yard work and handyman projects.
It pleases me to see Vaughn’s willingness to work for what he gets. Another well-learned lesson from his dad, I assume.
I like it when young people are willing to earn things they want. It’s more appreciated when you work for it. It’s a sense of pride.
I grew up working for things I wanted. Early on, I picked walnuts, earning a whopping $1 per burlap bag I filled.
I’ve waitressed, provided childcare, worked as a bookkeeper, evolved into a newspaper journalist and finally a business owner (publicist) before retiring.
Just as my parents before me, I’ve worked most of my life.
These days we see so many people begging and living on the street. It occurs to me that it must take more effort to live that lifestyle than it would to put in an honest day’s work to pay your own way.
I’m proud to see my kids and grandkids are eager to do just that. You want it; work for it.
Life is good today.