My great-granddaughter Abigail is stretching my vocabulary because of the way I use one word — “fix.” She even asked her Daddy, “Tell Granny not to say fix when something is not broken.” She had heard me say “fix” too often. I had to admit that I fix supper — fix pizza, fix cake, and fix most anything in the kitchen, when none of these need to be repaired. So we tried out some better descriptive words. I prepare supper, bake pizza, toss salad greens, mix cake batter, and stir cream into my coffee. Abigail said, “These words make better sense to me.”
My “fix it” nature wants to make everything right when often it is not wrong. We visited a family for our garden share this afternoon and I thought the time there was too long. I wanted to say to my granddaughter, “It’s time we should be getting home.” But I held that thought in my head and instead enjoyed the moments of getting to know this family.
Tomorrow we attend the wedding of our grandson Stephen. I anticipate times when I see something that needs fixing, but I commit myself now to wait and not offer my way of doing things. The time of being at ease to enjoy the moments with family will definitely be worth the urge not to fix it.
