If I could speak to you one more time, I would tell you that every time a precious moment steals my heart, every time I watch them arrive at a new milestone, and every time they amaze me with their perseverance, talents, or triumphs, I think of you. They miss talking to you and hearing your words of wisdom, encouragement and love. They miss looking up at the bleachers and seeing you, one of their biggest fans, smiling and enthralled to catch their eye. They miss running to greet you at the door and hugging you before you could step in. And they don't miss your gifts or your money. My kids, now in their teens, miss you dearly. I know grandmothers are supposed to “spoil the kids" then send them home, but you were. I spent a lot of time wondering why you did all these things and how I could get you to ease up. I tried to tell you this, but you wouldn't listen. I didn't want them to associate you with gifts and sweets. You made their favorite things for dinner - three different meals for three different boys. How could I possibly compete with you? "I thought they might never learn to wait, to take turns, to share, because you granted their wishes as soon as they opened their mouths and pointed."Īnd how they loved afternoons spent with you. I resented you for buying the best and most expensive gifts on their birthdays and on Christmas. How would they ever learn to self-soothe? You ran to them as soon as they made the tiniest sound. Didn't you understand that I needed them to learn to fall asleep on their own? You held each one of my babies long after they fell asleep.
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