A grandchild is usually involved in this equation. For me… it was James…who arrived late last year.
For some people, grand-parenting is being a wise confidant, trusted guide, and frequently sympathetic ear for a younger person. You needn’t be related by blood to be a grandparent.
Growing up, my Grandparents lived on the other side of the country, so my memories of them are few and their influence on my life was virtually non existent. I’m just now beginning to realize what we all missed.
I’m pretty sure there is a holiday or occasion one could celebrate every day of the year. Sunday, September 7 happens to be National Grandparents Day, which has been celebrated since 1978.
Before this little fellow entered my life, I always considered this “holiday” a rather dumb, Hallmark invention.
Now that I realize the impact a grandchild can make on your life, and vice versa, I’m embracing this day…minus the cheesy cards. Sorry Hallmark.
There’s actually an official flower for the U.S. National Grandparents day…The Forget-Me-Not. I know this falls squarely into the category of too much information, but just in case you wondered…
Were you close to your grandparents while you were growing up?
Has being a grandparent had a profound impact on you?
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