Oniontown Pastoral: Listen to Your Grandma
Dear Cole and Killian:
Last week your Grandma Kathy came in all sweated up from picking vegetables and said, “Oh, John, there’s one of those tomato hornworms in the garden with eggs on its back, probably wasp eggs.” Her bottom lip wasn’t quivering, but tears weren’t far off. Poor bug.
I don’t want to see any creature suffer, but I’ve never been a fan of hornworms. First, they’re gross; they look like a bald, glossy-green, plump, juicy caterpillar. Second, they never finish their meals. I would be glad to share if they didn’t go from tomato to tomato, munching a portion and ruining the rest. And third, they leave pellet droppings called frass. Most of it falls into the soil unseen, but a little plastic table Grandma Kathy situated near a tomato plant got covered with it. The guilty insect frassed so much I couldn’t help thinking it chuckled to itself, pellet by pellet.
Your grandmother, who is on strangely good terms with the wastrels, wanted to send me on a rescue mission, but not by plucking the larvae off the hornworm or ending its suffering.
“You write about these things,” she said. “Maybe you could write about it.”
Grandma Kathy was right, boys. For whatever reason, your pop thinks a lot about sadness, and some likeminded folks like to read what I come up with. She was right, too, that in hopeless cases, one sympathetic witness can be a saving grace.
The trouble is, I don’t have much to say about future wasps dining on a hornworm, other than to note, “That’s life for you.” One being’s grilled chicken is another’s raw caterpillar. The main difference is presentation.
On the other hand, I do have something to say about Grandma Kathy. You won’t read this letter for another ten years, but as you grow I’ll be steering you toward this advice: “Grandma Kathy has a big soul. She knows how to live. Listen to her.”
I’m only trying to save you time and trouble. If my math skills are still operational, your grandmother and I have spent 2/3 of our lives together. Only in the last three years have I figured out that most of the time she knows best. Since 1980, then, I’ve been letting her steer 1/10 of the time, which is silly.
And I’ll tell you why. Grandma Kathy was right about that hornworm from the beginning. It’s as much a resident of the earth as I am and worthy of consideration.
“Don’t you think we ought to kill it?” I asked. “The last thing we need is a wasp infestation.”
“No, we’re too quick to kill things,” she answered. “Besides, I think wasps might be beneficial.”
I swallowed my response, which would have been, “Hey, I’m not too quick to kill things.”
But she was half right. I checked an almanac and learned that you shouldn’t squash the hornworm and its passengers. Wasps are—and I quote—“beneficial” for a garden.
Only in the last few weeks have I decided that Grandma Kathy also knows best where the garden hose is concerned. All our marriage long she has left it snaking around the yard rather than coiling it up. I bring the matter up once every decade, though not anymore. When I walk out the back door, my glance goes immediately to the hose and my mind says, “Unkempt.” Your grandmother looks first to the sunflowers, and her mind says, “Ah, beautiful.”
She has chosen the better part, and I won’t take it from her.
When Grandma Kathy plays with you, Cole, she lets you decide what to do and where to go. That’s because you know how to play better than anybody else. By watching her, I’m learning to be a good pop.
And Killian, you’re just a few months old, but it already seems that you’re going to be quieter and more reserved than your big brother. You watch, kiddo, Grandma Kathy will look into your brown eyes and see how to help you love yourself and feel so happy you’ll want to fly.
Someday you’ll be able to understand that big souls make big sacrifices. When you’re ready, I’ll explain that Pop owes his life to Grandma Kathy.
But I’ll wait for later to tell you just how. It’s enough for now to say that when I was weary and lost unto despair, your grandmother left a few of her dreams behind as if they were frass to help me find myself again.
Grandma Kathy knows how best to love you and me and the rest of creation. Please, save yourself trouble and spend more than a sliver of your years following her lead and trusting her example.
Care for the tomato hornworm. Look first to the sunflower. Give yourself away for the sake of love.
We’ll talk before you know it,
I know a couple of kids I’d love to have read this, and a couple more who will be ready about the time Cole and Killian are, if it’s OK with you. This is a treasure.
Thanks, ole buddy. Hope all is well with you. What do you say we shoot for coffee next Tuesday afternoon? I’ll get back to you with time–if the day is good for you. Peace, John
Tuesday looks fine. I have a volunteer gig at Caring Place at 5:00, but I’m clear ’til then.
Beautiful words. We all need to be reminded to look first to the sunflower. For some reason, I also look at the hose, even though I’m the one who left it uncoiled in the yard.
Hahahaha! Thanks, Margie. Hey, I may be passing through Columbus in the next couple of months sometime on way to Gethsemani Abbey. Coffee, perhaps? Peace, John
This is lovely; Kathy is especially lovely. Your grand-babies are lucky boys, as are you.
Hi, Mary. Boy, you got that all right. “Luck” is the word for the people in my life. Hope all is well with you. I’m so behind on commenting and reading, but catching up. I hope you’ve posted something to inspire me. I’ll be reading next. Peace, John
Kathy is such a wonderful soul, I wish I could look though her eyes and heart for just one day. I am sure that I would be hooked and want to see what she sees every day.
Love, hugs, and peace to all!
Hey there, sister. “Wonderful soul” is just right. I’m blessed that she is my guide. Hope all is well with you and the fam. Peace, John
may there be just
enough for you
me and those
other darned critters 🙂
Sister Joan Chittister uses the word “enoughness,” which I love. Wouldn’t it be lovely if we all had just enough? Too much more brings on trouble. (I’m sooo behind on commenting and reading. Sure hope you’ve posted something lately to inspire me. 🙂 Peace, John