Self-Improvement
Grandfather Pens Powerful Letter To His Grandkids About Childhood
I was partly raised by my grandfather. I’ve built many characteristics through time because of him.
It can’t say how thankful I am to him for being always, ALWAYS being there for me. We went through thick and thin together.
I am still young to be a grandparent, but I found incredible answer on Quorafrom Charlotte Best to the question: What does it feel like to be a grandparent? I think you will love the answer!
“I look at these four children and my heart feels as if it will burst. To me, they are perfect in every way. My daughters roll their eyes at me and give me a resounding “Oh, Mother!” but honestly, if it’s possible, I think I love my grandchildren more than my own children. And I adore my children!
When my eldest grandchild called me “Mimi” for the first time, I thought I would melt. When my granddaughters call from Texas to tell my husband and me they miss us and want us to come back, planet Earth stops spinning. When my younger grandson greets me with our “secret” superhero sign and a hug, my cheeks hurt from smiling.
When I read to them, they fit perfectly under my arm; they were made for that. When we have dance parties and sleepovers and puzzle fests, I feel like a kid again. When I go to their games and plays and school events, I marvel at them. When they sit at the kitchen counter (they call it “Mimi’s diner”) waiting for me to finish their favorite french toast, I am overwhelmed with love.
It’s joy, delight, glee, elation, bliss. I need more words that have not been thought of yet.”
Older people may look fragile, but they all have wisdom beyond all the youngsters. It’s called life experience.
They may have stiff bones and weaker bodies, but their minds are sharp as a knife.
The letter below is from a grandfather to his grandchildren about childhood. The timeless wisdom in the letter below sums up everything about life. It’s the harsh truth we all need to face.
This letter will bring a smile on your face and serve as a reminder that life should be experienced to the last drop!
“We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.
For my grandchildren, I’d know better.
I’d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and home-made ice cream and leftover meatloaf. I really would.
My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by surviving failure and that you learn to be honest even when no one is looking.
I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car — and I hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born, and you have a good friend to be with you if you ever have to put your old dog to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it is all right to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you’ll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along, I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use computers, you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and that when you talk back to your mother you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I hope you get sick when someone blows smoke in your face. I don’t care if you try beer once, but I hope you won’t like it. And if a friend offers you a joint or any drugs, I hope you are smart enough to realize that person is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor’s window, and that she hugs you and kisses you when you give her a plaster of paris mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you — tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.”
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Here’s the full letter, taken from author Lee Pitts’ essay, These Things I Wish, Fact proved by SNOPES
