grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
To The Grandpa I Miss in Heaven, I Think About You Everyday
Dear papa, I’m not going to lie, these past months have been hard without you. It’s been hard not being able to run to you about my great news or when I need advice. It’s been a struggle not being able to show you my growth in painting and not being able to run to you with a new one to show you. There aren’t enough words in the English dictionary to explain how much I love and miss you, just know I do. The glue of our entire family is gone, and I don’t think that pain will ever go away.
By Juliet Perillo4 years ago in Families
Anywhere Angel
I remember when I was younger she used to give me the best bubble baths and mix the best chocolate milk. She let me watch Casper the Friendly Ghost over and over. She even included me when she watched Michelle Kwan ice skate. I had no clue what I was watching and to be honest, she probably didn’t either. I just remember watching her, watch Michelle twist and turn and say things like “she look so angelic.”
By Ashley Adkins4 years ago in Families
Grandma's Ring
Lilly and her grandma were always so close, they had a special kind of bond with each other, Lilly loved her grandma more than anything and her grandma loved Lilly just as much. It was easy to see just how strong of a bond Lilly had with her grandma because when Lilly would go to visit her grandma would dote over Lilly, grandma always had some early morning running to do so naturally Lilly would go with her, and anytime grandma would go to the mall she would always buy an outfit for Lilly or if Lilly saw something she could not live without well grandma could not resist buying it for Lilly. Grandma always had a bowl full of Lilly's favorite candy sitting out whenever Lilly would visit, they would take naps together while watching grandma's favorite soap operas and Lilly would curl up on the floor with a big, square, fluffy pillow and an Afghan and granny would be in her recliner, then granny would save some small easy chores for Lilly to do upon her arrival and Lilly just loved doing them for her. Lilly has had wonderful times with her favorite grandma. Grandma loved to surprise Lilly with little things like some old costume jewelry that she had from when her mom passed away, or some little nick knack that she had sitting in one of her drawers from some mail-in contest or something although the trinkets did not really mean much and certainly was not worth any value that did not matter to Lilly it was the look of happiness and joy on her grandma's face when she would find one of those trinkets and give it to Lilly. It was a look like it just made grandma so happy and proud that she had something to give her little Lilly. Upon one of Lilly's visits, her grandma told her to go into her bedroom and look through the jewelry box on her dresser and if Lilly found anything she liked then she could have it. So, Lilly did just that but not before she stopped for a minute to think to herself how much this meant to her because grandma had never offered her any real jewelry before. As Lilly was looking through all the necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings Lilly stumbled upon a dainty gold ring that had a small red ruby on the left side, a bigger red ruby in the middle, and another small red ruby on the right side then there was a cluster of small diamonds on each side of the small rubies. It had a thin band and made of 14 K gold. It was the most beautiful ring of all the jewelry, and it just so happened to be Lilly's birthstone, so Lilly slipped it on the ring finger of her right hand it took a little effort though but the ring fits nicely. As Lilly just stood there staring at this ring, she could not help but think to herself, " it sure is a good thing I like this ring because now that I got it on, I do not think I could get it back off." And with a smile, she walked out of her grandma's room and proudly showed her grandma what she had found. Grandma with a big grin on her face said to Lilly "oh good. Now let me tell you the story of that ring." Grandma takes a deep breath and with tears in her eyes she says, "your grandpa bought me this ring one year for my birthday, he went right down to the jewelry store and picked it out for me." And noticing the tears in grandma's eyes, made Lilly start to cry too. See grandpa had been gone from them for just three short months by now and the sadness and grief were still strong in everybody's hearts. Hearing grandma's story about that ring took the sentimental value skyrocket from special to nothing could ever mean more to Lilly than to proudly wear that ring, and Lilly did just that. She never once took that ring off her finger, not even to shower or wash dishes. That ring was now as permanent on her finger as her skin was. With grandpa being gone now Lilly missed him so very much as he was Lilly's favorite grandpa. So, knowing where this ring had come from any time Lilly would start to miss her grandpa she would stare at her ring and spin it on her finger until she felt better. Lilly had that ring for about 5 years when her grandma went home to reunite with grandpa. Now when she feels sad or misses them both she stares at her ring and spins it on her finger. To Lilly that is confirmation that within this ring her grandma and grandpa will never leave her side, they will always be there with her as she will always be wearing her grandma's ring. Lilly and her grandma were always so close, they had a special kind of bond with each other, Lilly loved her grandma more than anything and her grandma loved Lilly just as much. It was easy to see just how strong of a bond Lilly had with her grandma because when Lilly would go to visit her grandma would dote over Lilly, grandma always had some early morning running to do so naturally Lilly would go with her, and anytime grandma would go to the mall she would always buy an outfit for Lilly or if Lilly saw something she could not live without well grandma could not resist buying it for Lilly. Grandma always had a bowl full of Lilly's favorite candy sitting out whenever Lilly would visit, they would take naps together while watching grandma's favorite soap operas and Lilly would curl up on the floor with a big, square, fluffy pillow and an Afghan and granny would be in her recliner, then granny would save some small easy chores for Lilly to do upon her arrival and Lilly just loved doing them for her. Lilly has had wonderful times with her favorite grandma. Grandma loved to surprise Lilly with little things like some old costume jewelry that she had from when her mom passed away, or some little nick knack that she had sitting in one of her drawers from some mail-in contest or something although the trinkets did not really mean much and certainly was not worth any value that did not matter to Lilly it was the look of happiness and joy on her grandma's face when she would find one of those trinkets and give it to Lilly. It was a look like it just made grandma so happy and proud that she had something to give her little Lilly. Upon one of Lilly's visits, her grandma told her to go into her bedroom and look through the jewelry box on her dresser and if Lilly found anything she liked then she could have it. So, Lilly did just that but not before she stopped for a minute to think to herself how much this meant to her because grandma had never offered her any real jewelry before. As Lilly was looking through all the necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings Lilly stumbled upon a dainty gold ring that had a small red ruby on the left side, a bigger red ruby in the middle, and another small red ruby on the right side then there was a cluster of small diamonds on each side of the small rubies. It had a thin band of 14 K gold. It was the most beautiful ring of all the jewelry, and it just so happened to be Lilly's birthstone, so Lilly slipped it on the ring finger of her right hand it took a little effort though but the ring fits nicely. As Lilly just stood there staring at this ring, she could not help but think to herself, " it sure is a good thing I like this ring because now that I got it on, I do not think I could get it back off." And with a smile, she walked out of her grandma's room and proudly showed her grandma what she had found. Grandma with a big grin on her face said to Lilly "oh good. Now let me tell you the story of that ring." Grandma takes a deep breath and with tears in her eyes she says, "your grandpa bought me this ring one year for my birthday, he went right down to the jewelry store and picked it out for me." And noticing the tears in grandma's eyes, made Lilly start to cry too. See grandpa had been gone from them for just three short months by now and the sadness and grief were still strong in everybody's hearts. Hearing grandma's story about that ring took the sentimental value skyrocket from special to nothing could ever mean more to Lilly than to proudly wear that ring, and Lilly did just that. She never once took that ring off her finger, not even to shower or wash dishes. That ring was now as permanent on her finger as her skin was. With grandpa being gone now Lilly missed him so very much as he was Lilly's favorite grandpa. So, knowing where this ring had come from any time Lilly would start to miss her grandpa she would stare at her ring and spin it on her finger until she felt better. Lilly had that ring for about 5 years when her grandma went home to reunite with grandpa. Now when she feels sad or misses them both she stares at her ring and spins it on her finger. To Lilly that is confirmation that within this ring her grandma and grandpa will never leave her side, they will always be there with her as she will always be wearing her grandma's ring.
By Amy McGuffey4 years ago in Families
A Grandmother's love.
When I first met my grandmother (Alta Grace), I was only 12 years old and thought I knew everything. Typical teenager huh lol? She came to Texas, once I had finally moved in with my mother and her husband. She came to visit with my aunt Kathy and my cousin Chandra. I didn't know it at the time, but those three women(besides my mother) were going to become the most important and influential women in my life.
By Trisha Brandhorst 4 years ago in Families
Everything you need to know about kids' scooters
All you need to know about children's scooter is included in this post. Children enjoy exploring with their parents' possessions, such as cars and scooters. Your youngster watches the world and imitates your activities. They absorb information from their surroundings and wish to travel freely like other people. When purchasing any toy or object, though, safety is paramount.
By Vlad Andrei Apostol4 years ago in Families
Nanny's Legacy
A visit to my grandmother’s house always offered remarkable stories. It didn’t matter if they were rhymed poems, prose, or plain stories. She had probably over a million thoughts to share. As a little child, I was mesmerized by everything she said, whether her words were true or made up. As a child, I never knew the difference, nor did I care. It was time spent with my grandmother and she never failed to entertain me.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
Witnessing and Supporting the Grief of a Grandfather
This previous Sunday, my partner, myself, and about 15 of his family members decided to go to the movies to watch ‘Selena.’ Why? Because, how often do you get to watch ‘Selena’ in theatres since it was first released in 1997? Like, never. His grandmother was supposed to go with us just to get out of the house and get some fresh air, but also because, “anything for Selenas” (I hope you all get the reference). After a difficult night of new health issues arising with her husband, her intuition told her to stay, and it was ultimately a premonition of what was to come. It was in the theatre that a text was sent to the family informing them that “grandpa only has 24 hours to live.” Discussing the news after the movie, we decided as a family to go and be with him.
By Krystin DuCharme4 years ago in Families
The Freedom Tree
The fight for freedom runs deep in my family tree. General Nathanael Greene, one of the most celebrated Revolutionary War generals, and General Washington’s right-hand man and strategist, is my Great Uncle many generations back. I am descended from his brother, Jacob, who was also a general in the Revolutionary War. The family were Quakers immigrated from England, and settled in Coventry, Rhode Island, where their homestead remains today on the National Register of Historic Places.
By Claire Butler4 years ago in Families
Horton Forbes Tompkins
Horton Forbes Tompkins - Grandpa When I was a little kid in the early years of the 1940s, my favorite thing in the entire world was trailing along after my Grandpa like a puppy. Much to the chagrin of my mother and grandmother, all I wanted was go with him on his mysterious trips into the verdant and dense forests that since gave way to the I-95, spanning the East Coast from Florida to Boston.
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux4 years ago in Families
Annie McGuinnis
Mamaroneck is a small town just twenty-two miles and one hundred years outside of New York City. In those far away days when I was born, it was just one step away from sleepy country. Mom pushed me out into the world just in time for the strange year at the beginning of World War II. I arrived with Superman as the Germans annexed Austria, anti-Jewish riots were in Poland and Howard Hughes had flown around the world in 91 hours. It was a time of great endeavor and pitiless infamy. The world was confused as to whether it would move towards a finer civilization based on science, humanity, empathy, and achievement or revert to the basest and most vicious manifestations of man’s nature. Much like it is today.
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux4 years ago in Families
5:30 a.m.
A lover once asked me as I slipped into clothes before the sun had come up, why I woke up so early. It's 5:30 in the morning, he said as he set the clock back down. The first light of day brightened the blue on the eastern horizon. I could see the outline of his hair sticking up from sleeping on it throughout the night. I smiled in the darkness of the morning and climbed back into bed and into his arms and told him. When I was a girl, I lived with my grandmother. She would get up and I would hear the clanking of plates getting washed in the sink, the coffee kettle being heated up, the opening and closing of the refrigerator door and cabinets. Spoons, knives, forks, blenders. You name it, I heard it. Not only did I hear all of the sounds of a functional kitchen in use, she would hum along with her lemon yellow canary she kept in a large white wicker cage on the Sony stereo in the living room. His beak was flecked with black and white too. She bought him at a flea market years before I could remember anything. There in my bed, I would wrap my head and my ears with an unbendable pillow, trying to deafen out the sounds of the tings and clanks of dishes, silverware, and the songs of an old woman and her bird stirring up a ruckus in the entire front part of the house. It's 5 in the morning, what is she, in the Army? I found myself genuinely annoyed. I would roll miserably in my bed until I finally grew tired of not sleeping and would get up.
By A.X.Partida4 years ago in Families
