Grandchildren as Unsung Hero/ines

Grandchildren are fun. They are precious, cute, perfect (we aren't responsible for them...8-), and wonderful. Are they Hero/ines though? Today is my grandson's birthday. He is 4 today, so I mulled over the idea of whether or not he could fit into my unsung hero/ine blog. Of course, I must include my granddaughter too. We know that young children can bring joy to folks in nursing homes and to so many people's lives. But they get lots of feedback for those good times. Are there times when they don't get the credit they deserve? I say yes after thinking this over. Throughout my aging process there has never been a time that I would look back and wish I were this age or that age. Every year is better than the last. Even though my children were more than I deserved, and I absolutely loved being a stay at home mom with them, and those were great times, this day I have is still the day I hold in highest esteem. I don't look back and say that was a better time. And I definitely think that being a child, 4 or 8 as my grandchildren are, is the hardest time of all. All the un-understood quirks of other humans that we inhabit the planet with are really mysterious to children, and often nonsensical. And they are surrounded by bullies and jerks and insensitive people. All this time, they are trying to find their way to themselves. It takes a long time. So, they are my unsung hero/ine candidate for today, the children, the grandchildren, all of them around the world......but especially those in my world. Happy birthday T and lots of love to G. Surround yourself with the armor of faith and all will be well, but nothing will be easy. Read Eph.6:11.