Just a Thought on Grandparents
[su_dropcap style=”flat”]N[/su_dropcap]OT ALL OF US women or men are cut out to be parents, or grandparents. God chooses our family for us, we do not choose them, for if we did, how many would quickly look for trade-ins, if there was such a thing, imagine, one can only imagine.
Grandparents are truly a gift in many ways. Generations change, times change.
As a young single mother of barely 22 in the early 70’s, and a wife at 18 of a man who served 3 tours in Viet Nam, I was use to the independence based on what upbringing my dysfunctional childhood had prepared me for. I had no connection throughout my life with my grandparents, only remembering the brief meeting of my father’s mother at the age of 10. I knew at an early age that I wanted to be a mother and a grandmother someday, and not just the average, only the best.
What’s amazing to me, is that now at the age of 66 and a grandmother of 4, I hold in my heart a certain fondness for the grandparents I never knew, wishing that I had, and hoping that my grandchildren, with what I have provided to them in only 3 ½ short years, that they will remember me as good, kind, fun, loving, smart, talented, but more importantly, my love for my faith, and my love for them.
You see, my grandchildren have been cut from my life as my daughter and her husband no longer wish me to be a part of their lives, no interaction with my grandchildren. This comes as a basis that says, as a grandparent, you’re not important, and have nothing substantial to offer any longer.
As a young woman, I made choices I could have made better, and as a mother, I could have done things differently; however, I knew that I did the best at the time, and no mother has a play-by-play handbook when children are brought into the world. I understand anger, I lived with it for a long time, and I understand resentment, but the longevity of these two emotions, I don’t understand, when God is supposed to be a part of your every day life. One cannot say they love God and then isolate parents or grandparents, short of abusiveness beyond understanding, or murder, or death.
I take full responsibility for all that I have done not acceptable, and I ask only for forgiveness. I hold no anger or hatred towards anyone, and I don’t. I know that this life is short, a temporary place of residence that will end someday.
Think about it, after the passing of about the fourth generation, will I be remembered or thought of? Perhaps. Perhaps a green leaf will pop up in Ancestry.com some day should my generational grandchildren decide to explore.
Regardless of all the above, Grandparents are important, and they have much to offer in Wisdom and life’s experience to grandchildren’s lives. If I was going to say anything it would be this….If your grandparents are not insane, don’t have a criminal record, not meddlers, but just have the normal everyday ups and downs in life that come with age, don’t isolate them from your lives or the children’s lives. Someday we will be where they are, if we live long enough. Wouldn’t it be nice to go out of this world feeling loved and appreciated for all that you gave? I think so.
I am a firm believer in Christ that if you love as HE asks us to love, this too shall pass.
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