Grandparents

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Cortney and I have wonderful memories with all of our grandparents. I have gotten to listen to stories about camping trips with Cort’s maternal grandparents and Christmas’s with his paternal grandparents.Since we have been married, we lost both of Cortney’s grandfathers. Both deaths were very hard on our family because the men were such huge influences on Cortney’s life.

I have fond memories of my Grandma Jo. She was my mom’s mom and she taught me so much about being a kind, generous, strong woman. She was also hilariously fun and never shied away from a challenge. Including having me, my two brothers, and our five cousins all over for a weekend while our parents went skiing.

My paternal grandparents live across the street from an elementary school and I can remember them taking us there to play. I also have the best memories of my Grandma R reading me fairy tales from a book she has since given to me. It is big and old and falling apart. The pages are yellowy brown. It has been taped by ancient masking tape hundreds of times. These stories inspired me to want to tell stories too.

I could go on and on about our grandparents, but those are different posts.

Today I have been thinking about my parents and Cortney’s parents and the relationships they have been building with our kids.

We are so lucky to live within miles of both of our parents. Our kids have grown up seeing them often, and they never hesitate to babysit for us.

They build wonderful memories.

I can only hope that our parents live long lives so that our children get to have years and years of memories with them.

I also think about how they will never have memories of their Papa Steve, who died four years before Eddie was born. It’s hard for me to not wonder what memories they would be making with him.

One thing I know for sure is that our parents are the best grandparents in the world for our children. They love them unconditionally and spoil them the way grandparents should spoil their grandchildren–the way they never ever would have spoiled their own children!

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About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. I think my kids are really lucky that their paternal grandparents live just minutes away and spend LOADS of time with them. Yay grandparents!

  2. This is lovely.
    Jim’s parents and my parents live in the same city, ten hours by car from us. We never had that “Sunday dinner with Grandparents” and all of those day-to-day visits and it used to make me a little sad; it’s always been someone getting in the car for a full day’s drive and then spending 24/7 for a few days all together. You’re lucky!

  3. My maternal grandfather is 96 and my maternal grandmother is 91.
    I can’t believe my good fortune that I still have them in my life (and in the lives of my kids) at this age.

    My only regret is that they live almost three hours away and I am terrible on the phone.
    (I know you know what I mean.)

    My grandfather loves the computer and email; he’s even on Facebook (and comments on every one of my posts – ha!) But Grandma doesn’t like to read emails or status updates.
    She likes to talk. On the phone.

    I know I should be better about this. I say I will. Then I don’t call.
    Damn. She deserves better.

  4. My grandparents are/were huge parts of our lives growing up. I wish my kids had grandparents living close by; it’s why I encourage my kids to stay close when they grow up. It’s so hard to know that the people you share a history with are so far away.