Wednesday, August 25, 2010

One Piece At A Time

"Grandma Pam, Syd and I are going to put this puzzle together by ourselves," Heather informed me. Heather has been a friend and neighbor of my granddaughters all of their growing up. She is one more of 'my' grandchildren.

This was good news. I am a puzzler and find that when the girls help, the process is nerve wracking and long. "Grammy, where does this go?", "Grammy, I'm bored." "Be careful, girls," I say picking up the 15th piece that has landed on the floor. Yes, I come from a long line of puzzlers. I had not been to sure that this tradition would continue until this very moment when Heather declared independence.

Puzzle time in our family was indeed family time. As a small child, I learned patience at the card table. As a small child, I learned to listen to the family stories and adult conversation. As a child, I found a sort of peace looking for puzzle pieces freeing my mind from all else.

Life is a puzzle, isn't it? We try one piece here and another there just hoping that in some way we can complete a picture of what we want life to be. Needless to say, I've dropped many a piece on the floor, some which just disappeared. Once in awhile a piece of my life falls into place where I least expect it.
I call those pieces fate. You know, maybe I did learn something of life over those puzzles. Maybe I learned that you need to look at the overall design and color. If a piece doesn't fit, don't keep trying.

The pieces were scattered across the floor. Heather took charge while I occasionally stepped in to give Sydney her chance as well. Teamwork. Maybe that's what it is all about.

The puzzle border is finished. The puzzle still resides on the puzzle board completely forgotten. Maybe the border was all that needed to be done. Perhaps that's what life is about. A strong foundation and taking life one piece at a time.


  1. My mom used to give my sister and I a puzzle every year for Christmas. When we were grown, putting together a puzzle was a favorite activity for after Christmas dinner. Have you ever noticed how easily conversation flows when you're putting together a puzzle?

  2. Puzzle time was always family time. Usually the men sat in the kitchen at the table talking or out on the back porch. The women finished the dishes and headed to the puzzle. We laughed and bonded over those hours over those pieces of puzzle. How I miss those women.