As some of my coffee morning ladies were leaving yesterday, we were all yakking away and bragging about our precious and much loved grandchildren and great grandchildren. We recognized the inalienable right we have to praise these children to the stars and be totally understood by everyone else.
Parents love their children but grandparents and GG's adore and worship the little monkeys. We hang on their every movement and word as though it came from heaven. These children really do become the centers of our worlds.
It's very good for children to have someone in their lives who think they are perfect and worthy of adoration. Not many parents can fulfill that position because they are with the darlin's full time and have to put up with stuff that us seniors still think is cute. That's only because we can walk away if the little angel cuts up too much.
All of my children are lovable and all of my grandchildren are adorable but Nolan is a gift from heaven. Maybe it's the age that matters. As the children get older, we have a second chance with our grandchildren and as they age, we have a third (and probably final) chance with our great grandchildren. How could we ever fault our last chance?
Christmas week in a senior park finds scores of children visiting their grandparents and it's so sweet to see the smiles on everyone's faces. If my precious little Nolan was here with me, you couldn't pry the smile off my face.
I guess this is another chance to harp on my feelings about the importance of family. Every generation can benefit from the other and it's proven time after time. Families were meant to mingle together on a regular basis. You only need to look at the lined and weathered face of an old gentleman as he glows with happiness as he looks down at his progeny....and the soft smile of the grandchild who knows they mean heaven and earth to that old man.
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