grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Walking with filial piety
filial piety is being willing to slow down with my grandmother in the face of curiosity and mystery. Filial piety is companionship, understanding, and the mission and responsibility I have to fulfill for my grandmother for the rest of my life.
Ron M PittsPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesWake Up, I Have To Go To The Bathroom Grandpa!
I enter the living room and my 8-year-old grandson has his head covered and is sleeping. Hubby has the television on and he looks tired.
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesTo the Grandma I Grew to Love
Growing up, I was lucky enough to have two grandmas. My mom's mother, who is a ball of sunshine - full of hugs, love, and warmth. She always has cookies and a kiss waiting when I visit.
Shelby LarsenPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe Last Passing of Time
My grаndfаther wаs аn hоnest mаn. He sрun wоrds intо dreаms аnd оld wаtсhes intо gоld. He never did оwn muсh оther thаn the stоries thаt he tоld. Yet, stоries tо а yоung bоy, were wоrth mоre thаn the time he sоld.
MUHAMMAD RIZWANPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe downfalls of Ancestry
Not disclosing family names for privacy reasons* I have started my ancestry account back in August 2021.This was a present from my mum and my maternal grandma who is still alive. It was interesting to know more about my paternal side of my family because they lived on the other side of the world and both of my paternal grandparents were dead.They died very quickly because most people are dead over +75.My grandpa died in a fishing accident before my fathers 21st birthday , he died at the age of 48 in 1986. My grandma died when my dad was about 41 and she died at the age of 64.My granny had my father in her early twenties.
Brandi DexterPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesI previewed death with grandpa. It was romantic
Last week, colleagues exchanged stories about returning home for the Spring Festival. As we talked, it dawned on us that Spring Festival is not a reunion in a way, but a farewell for years and years.
Who is happier in old age, with grandchildren or without grandchildren? Just look at the comparison
01, guide language, In the eyes of the older generation, it seems to be a natural thing to take care of grandchildren when they are old. But nowadays, with the diversified development of society, taking care of grandchildren is no longer just for the elderly. Many old people think that they have worked hard all their lives to bring up their children, and now they are finally retired and their children are married and have a career, so they should enjoy the happiness with their wife. Why do they have to help take care of their grandchildren endlessly?
I sent a lot of people away in the hospital, but I couldn't accompany my grandma on the last ride
In September 2016, the freshman year started, and the teacher asked everyone about their wishes in the class. When asked "Which classmate was not transferred?", only me and another girl in the class raised their hands.
Grand.ma /gran(d),mä
Grand.ma /gran(d),mä Noun – informal “one’s grandmother” The first instance of the word Grandma I remember is in reference to my grandma Diane who in my memory smells like cigarette smoke, hairspray, and the earth. Many, many things remind me of my grandma Diane. The sound of pool balls clacking together, loud country music, cigarette smoke, hairspray smells, gardens, and bits of corn, swimming in cold lakes, the smell of campfires, and the taste of burnt marshmallows. I remember the way her voice sounded gravely from the cigarettes she smoked, and I remember her laughing until she coughed, I remember the way she’d take a swig of Busch Lite and let out a belch like some teenaged boy. I remember how she always made food the way my Uncle Charlie liked it, even if he wasn’t there, because he was her baby and she adored him. I remember the way she held her head up high at my grandpas funeral even though she was hurting too, and she hugged my aunts, my mom, and my uncle and comforted them before she let herself cry. I remember her smoking thick cigars, making frozen pizza, hunched over her garden, and playing fetch with her cat. I remember staying up late and talking, and waking up too early to make pancakes, I remember camping and scrubbing her hair in a bucket while she cursed that the water was too cold. I remember, it didn’t matter how late she stayed up, she always woke up to eat breakfast with us, and I remember going sledding in the snow, in our pajamas.
James Vande HeyPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesTake the Trip Before it’s Too Late
For years I’ve wanted to escape New York and move south to be with my father’s parents. My grandmother’s hugs have never been matched. My grandfather’s stories are some of the first that ever mattered to me. Whenever life would feel unbearable I’d remind myself of him—orphaned in Iran as a little boy, the things he witnessed. The luck he made for himself and carried forward, relentlessly optimistic, for decades. When I was old enough I traveled to Florida with a voice recorder and sat with him for hours. I didn’t care about the beach or playing with my younger cousins or the amazing garden he tended so carefully. I craved my history and his. I promised Grandpa I’d write his biography one day. He told me everything.
Kristina SarhadiPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMy grandmother gets sad when her clock stops
My oldest grandmother (that's not how you usually distinguish grandparents, but that's how I'm going to do it) told me, one beautiful day, sunny afternoon, one of the few times that I, as a bad grandson, go to visit her at home "I bought this clock used many years ago" with the typical grandmother exaggeration in her voice "It stops once in a while and I get very sad, I stop it too". I didn't tell her then, but I had a very strange feeling when she told me that. A feeling of notion. A sense of finitude. Of mortality.
Gui BarbosaPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesCraig Wood, the Hero Who is My Dad
In 2015, I decided to leave the religion I had grown up in. Not only leave that religion but completely rejected the concept of a god and became an atheist. The hardest thing about this life changing decision was telling my parents, especially telling my Dad.
Dana FreemanPublished 2 years ago in Families