grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Growing Up
I don’t know what year it was, but my best friend was still Tonya Johnson. Nana and Pop had come down from Indiana in their camper and had parked it in our enormous backyard. It was hooked up to the power, but we had to go inside if we had to pee. God knows, no one wanted to deal with a sewage system over the holidays.
By Lori Antrim5 years ago in Families
GRANDMA FOREVER
Are you expecting your first grandchild? You are likely feeling both nervous and excited, depending on the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy. The first grandchild is usually one of those monumental periods of time in life when you reorganize and reconfigure everything you thought you knew about life. For multiple years now, you had the belief that you were never going to be able to love any thing (or anyone) as much as you love your own kids. That is also about to become a myth. When you lay eyes on your first grandchild for the first time, you are going to feel as though you've been given a second opportunity at life and love.
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Families
GRANDMA FOREVER
Common wisdom may suggest that due to their age, grandmothers are not appropriate caretakers for babies and little kids. Of course, they may have years and years of parenting experience from raising their own kids, however people over 50 simply cannot run as quickly or react as fast as young parents. And they presumably get tired more quickly and must desire to take a load off even more frequently than the most exhausted parent.
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Families
My Grandfather's Legacy
My grandfather was born in Tennessee on April 4, 1901; a young Black boy from the country. From what I’ve read from his personal letters, my grandfather had a hard childhood. His mother would beat him mercilessly at a very young age. He never understood why she treated him this way and speaks of his belief that she hated him. My grandfather’s parents divorced when he was only 10 years old. In one of his letters he makes a point to note that his mother did not stop the beating when his father left. In his teenage years he would leave town as a means of escape.
By Jenna Leann Kyle5 years ago in Families
NANA FOREVER
Nothing is “normal” these days. While we don’t yet know how bad COVID-19 will ultimately be, we do know that people over 60 are at particular risk for complications, should they become ill. That has many grandparents sheltering in place and unable to be physically with their grandchildren.
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Families
Content Amongst the Changes
Sitting at Blue Ridge Mountain beach I look upon the ocean. It is far in the distance. I can really only sense that it is there. Like I know deep down it is out there, visible only on a very clear day. Yet, when I look out, I swear I can see it. As clearly as the clouds that float above, I know the waves float out yonder.
By Cherokee Vi5 years ago in Families
The Memory
Hope had a wonderful life. Her childhood was happy and she was always surrounded by many family members and friends. She lived in a nice house in Virginia Beach, which was located next door to her grandparents. She also was lucky enough to have aunts, uncles and cousins live nearby. She was born in the 1960’s and back then things were different growing up. Kids could do so many fun things without having to worry about the dangerous things that go on in today’s world.
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Families
Lost at Sea
I had always heard the phrase "Fair Winds and Following Seas," but I had always ignored that expression, and anything to do with the sea. Today, sitting on the beach, I remembered that when I was eight, that expression was never more true than when battling winds and stormy seas took my grandfather and my oldest brother. If only they had been out on the water when the winds were fair and the seas were calm.
By Linda Campbellton5 years ago in Families
On a Dark Sea
He watched for the horizon from the portal as he did everyday knowing that there would be none, there was no horizon out here, there was no end to this dark sea. The warning beep sounded, his ship's AI, if it was truly intelligent he hadn’t seen any evidence, sounded every ten minutes during his meditation hour, a single hour of unregimented time. He had gotten used to it and yet it still irked him, perhaps that was the point, the fly in his ointment that would keep him sane in a place that may have been made to create insanity.
By John McLeish5 years ago in Families
