Until I was three, I lived with my mom, my 7 year-old uncle and my grandmother and grandfather. I've seen pictures of us in England, but can't remember even a second of that time.
Now, when I see my grandchildren, and realize how much it means to me that I can see them as often as I do, I get this connection with the grandparents I can't remember and hope that I was as sweet to them as our four are to us. I want a do-over.
Right on, Lorna. After my first child was born and I sat loving the dickens out of him, it occurred to me -- quel surprise! -- that my own parents must once have felt just this way about ME! It was quite the eye-opener. Suddenly I realized how cherished I had been, and probably still was. So now there you are, perhaps getting a taste of the way your grandparents felt about YOU. And how you very likely treated them.
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ReplyDeleteMy grandmother was my favorite person on earth! She passed away in 1969 and I miss her to this day.
ReplyDeleteI have a portrait I painted of her, so I see her face daily. I try to be the same kind of grandmother to my grandbrats, as she was to me... hoping they'll love me just as much. ( Which seems to be working. Yay! :)
Great blog, my friend!
xoxo
Yes, when people keep telling me, "They'll remember this," I often wonder. On the plus side, we have more pictures now, which may serve to prompt and retain memories.
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