It just ain’t fair

I usually flunk out when I try to build a meaningful relationship with kids and young folks (say, seven to 18). They are polite, but a special connection fails to materialize. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I need to try harder.

Then I think back to when I was a youngster. I didn’t engage with anyone over the age of 50. Three of my grandparents were dead before I was born, and Grandma Kuhl passed when I was five. In high school, my friends’ parents, typically in their 40s, appeared as old as my parents, who struck me as near ancient. I was blind to anyone on sidewalks or in malls who may have been 60 or older. 

I think I missed something special. One of my favorite Randy Travis songs is “He Walked on Water,” sharing a love story between a little boy and his grandfather. The first time I heard it, I almost cried.

I’d enjoy hearing about any love stories you experienced growing up.