Littlebears don’t know how to be sad.  Really sad.  Or long-time sad.

God made littlebears to be happy.  To find fun.  To hunt down the day’s best.  To giggle most of it.

They “think on these things” (Philippians 4:8), like pretend and games and romping and inventions and ice cream.  There is just no space for sad.

Someone they love may leave them.  And they feel sad.  There may be tears.  They will quiet… for a time, but not for long.  Long is too long.  Short is long enough.  It’s time to happy.  Not that they’re choosing happy; they’re littlebears after all.  Littlebears don’t know how to be really sad.

Littlebears make grandmas to be happy.  To pretend: pretend to not notice hiding spots, pretend her home is a royal palace, pretend it’s only 8:00 not 8:30, pretend she’s 30 years younger, pretend ice cream is good-for-you food, pretend the park is her favorite place.                                 Pretend she… doesn’t know how to be sad.

The really sad, long-time sad goes away, at least for awhile, when littlebears and grandmas pretend.  The go-away part gets further and further away with each littlebear stay.  Which blesses a grandma who cries and quiets because her someone has left her.

God made littlebears happy for grandmas.  Especially this grandma.  Who hunts down the day’s best with hers.