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I Can See the Light in Their Eyes

I believe children come from heaven to us. They come with light in their hearts that shines through their eyes. I have witnessed this light many times through my grandchildren. When they are new to this world, so innocent and pure, they find joy and delight in small things. I want to share some of the pictures that portrays that light.

Our youngest grandchild

Jesus honored children and taught us about their spiritual development. In one instance, He motioned to a child, held the little one in His arms and said, “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me” (Mark 9:37). 

Three of my grandchildren sharing the light!

Children can give us a glimpse into heaven, if only for a moment. Here is a talk by one of our dear friends and an apostle of God, James E. Faust in a talk, The Light In Their Eyes: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/ensign/2005/11/the-light-in-their-eyes?lang=eng

Doctrine and Covenants 93:2

And that I am the true light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world;

When the children are loved and shown love, they reflect it back through their eyes and actions.

That is why many of us find our truest joy through having and loving children.

One of my granddaughters with a “gift” for me

Here is a picture I painted depicting how I feel about children:

My Precious, by Ruth Kongaika

Loving and caring for children help us to rely on a power greater on our own. These children can say things to us that remind us we have a heavenly home. We have one granddaughter who would always remind us to say our prayers. It was very humbling to have this little “conscience” at our home.

I hope I never intentionally compare my grandchildren or do anything to make them question their self worth.

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Made it to Number Ten!

Some people ask me why I only have four children. That is especially true in Polynesian Cultures and also in our church’s culture. Truly I feel blessed to have the four I do have, but some of our friends have many more children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren than we do. Not to feel sorry for myself or just in case you are thinking “why does this grandma think she is qualified to have a Grandma Blog”, since she only has 12 grandchildren?

After our first two children we born, we were told that we could not have any more. That was disheartening for my husband and I. After many doctor visits, prayers, and blessings, we were told we could have maybe one more. That is when we had our third son. What a blessing he has been to us. We call him our “Saturday’s Warrior” baby (it is a musical). When it came time for him to have what would be his first and only son, we were ecstatic. I even had a dream and was told that the new baby’s name would be Joseph. When I told my son and his wife about my dream, they were surprised because that is the name they had already chosen!

Joseph James (after his maternal grandfather) was a healthy cute baby. He was adored by his big sisters and of course me. As he grew, he reminded me so much of when his father was younger. We still lived in Hawaii then and were so happy to visit with the family often. Jojo, as we called him adored his grandma and she loved spending time with him and the girls.He was very clever and would tolerate grandma taking fun pictures of him.

Joseph was born the same day that my mother passed away. It was a bitter-sweet day and I like to think that they passed along the way.

Jojo had an affinity for pacifiers. He could not be without several during the day and night.

Jojo and his pacifiers!
Be sure to have a supply of pacifiers on hand!