grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
What Can Parents Do When Grandparents Get Too Involved in Raising Their Children?
What can parents do when grandparents become overly involved in raising their children? For the child, having loving grandparents, present and involved in his life is a positive thing; for parents, however, it can sometimes be extremely irritating and stressful.
Charlton ThorntonPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesA yarn about my granda
Granda wasn’t a huge football fan. Not in the sense that he would go and stand on terraces every week, singing and chanting, but he had a real interest in the stories and narrative around the sport.
Liam TunneyPublished 2 years ago in Families- Top Story - February 2022
My Brave Grandmother.
There are times throughout the day that you can be reminded of loved ones who have passed. Perhaps it's the smell of a certain perfume, or a song on the radio but at some point, it happens. To me, I am reminded of my grandmother often. She played and still plays a big part of my life. It's been eight years since she left and it feels like it just happened. Grandma, thank you for being you and for helping mold who I am today.
My Immigrant Grandfather Taught Me To Love America
My grandma raised me as a child because my mother lost custody of me after she allowed her then-husband to abuse me. As a widow, she was always worried about a positive male role model. She didn't want me to have "daddy issues."
Chrissie Marie MasseyPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMy Grandfather: A Man Ahead of His Time
If life is a test of compassion, then my grandfather excels. I often wonder who he could've been, if he'd allowed himself to be unquestioningly moulded by his environment.
Satellite Savior
It was a week before what would have been my grandfather’s eightieth birthday, and he was finally up at the pulpit. A somber delegation of a few hundred people occupied the pews in front of him. His entire family sat in a special section off to the side with pages open to verse in our laps. The ceremony would have run its course seamlessly had we not created the spectacle of howling like a pack of irreverent dimwits before Pa was even in the ground. Bemused mourners looked from their hands to my grandfather’s corpse to the television screen behind the casket, indecisive as to where their gazes belonged. Certainly not on us. Tears collected in the creases of four generations of crow’s feet and dripped onto our fingers as we unsuccessfully tried to use them to mask our smiles. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 was lost in an indistinguishable chorus of sniffles, giggles and gasps. The time to weep and the time to laugh had collided in a post-mortem flux, characteristically commemorating the life of Cecil Burl Grist.
April Grist RhodesPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesDear Nana
There are many things a grandmother does in her lifetime, some expected and others more extraordinary. You, my one and only Nana, fall on the latter end of the scale.
Summers RosePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesA letter to my Hero, my late Poppy
When I think of love, I think of you and Nanna. You, so eternally positive and strong, never leaving when the going got tough. Instead, you would walk over an hour to that nursing home, every single day. And God forbid you missed a day, she would have been devastated. Which is just a testament to how much she loved you too. And as your memory began to fade, one thing remained the same – your cherished memory of her. When I think of love, I think of your forever friends, your neighbors – Peggy and Charlie, and how you brought your grave plots beside each other. Laughing at the fact you’ll now be neighbors in life and death. Because love is spending eternity together in any way you believe possible. Love is, collecting all your spare change in a money tin and splitting it between your grandchildren.
Amelia MichelsPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMy Scottish granny
Granny My maternal grandmother, my granny, was born 116 years ago today, in 1906, in a small village in Dumfriesshire, Scotland.
Sarah MatthewPublished 2 years ago in Families- Top Story - February 2022
For Poh Poh
Before the stroke Everyday when I look at my arm I am reminded of my grandmother. The jade bangle that lays heavy on my wrist makes me think of her. I haven’t taken it off once in the three years I’ve had it. It was hers, and now it’s mine.
Geri Chan-BlackburnPublished 2 years ago in Families Why Don’t We Just Talk About Loneliness?
Loneliness and social isolation are silent killers, according to the statistics. Health studies suggest that social isolation is as bad for you as obesity or heart disease and that loneliness can be as damaging to your health as smoking 15 cigarettes a day.
James GarsidePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesFeathers
Grandma, I’d like to say I’m writing to you because we haven’t spoken in a while but that simply wouldn’t be true. I still talk to you every day. It’s been nearly 14 years since you left this earth but I still talk to you as though you can hear me. As if you can’t see all the amazing things I do, in your name. I still like the idea of being able to share my accomplishments with you, like I used to.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 2 years ago in Families