LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN

She wants to be a barista …at least this week. She is the youngest of our granddaughters here in Tennessee. Her name is T-Ball.

(The name has been changed to protect the innocent…more specifically..me…because if any grandfatherly non-compliance should occur using said chipmunk’s name or likeness on Facebook without permission…and witnessed by the ever vigilant momma Sarah bear….well…in a twinkling of an eye, my life is gonna take a sudden turn, and I might add, very unlike the rapture.

Well “T” set up her “fake” Starbucks operation, that’s what she calls it and called us to see if we would like to have a delicious drink. As any self-respecting grandparent knows, When your grandchildren call, you’re always interested in a delicious drink. So Pam and I decided on what we’d have, and I ordered a Strawberry refresher, and Pam a Cocoa drink.

We drove over to their house, and for social distancing reasons,she left them on the step for us to retrieve, while Sarah, Damian and the sisters all looked on. We didn’t know what to expect, but both of us found our drinks absolutely delicious. This girl had done her homework.

What I haven’t mentioned is that she’s been watching the television reports of the brave health workers in this COVID-19 pandemic. This was very troubling to this 8-year-old, and she wanted to do something about it, so she came up with the idea of using her love of wanting to become a barista and helping these health workers at the same time. It was a win-win scenario for her. I don’t know how many drinks she made, but she didn’t charge for any of them, with the caveat and a wink, that tips would be accepted..

Well, she received a lot of tips and felt very good at the end of the day. She had worked so hard planning, getting her ingredients together, experimenting, making a menu and rounding up potential customers.

Pictured below is the note she wrote to the sweet doctor who lives across the street from her. Upon receiving this gift from “T”, the doctor was overcome with gratitude and wrote a beautiful thank you note back to her.

For Pam and me, it was a spiritual experience receiving those drinks, knowing her intentions.

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”