I’m not sure how I would have made it through childhood without my grandma. She loved me, comforted me, encouraged me, and taught me. She told me the stories of our family. She loved God, and she told me why: “Four of my babies went to heaven before they could say ‘Mama.’ I want to see them again.”
I believed everything Grandma said. Hey, with as much experience as she had, how could she be wrong?
Grandma was a true hillbilly. She said “we’uns” and “you’uns.” When she woke us up in the morning, she would say, “Land sakes! Is you young’uns still a’wallerin in the bedsted?”
I want to:
- Give them unconditional love and acceptance, so they will know I truly believe in them.
- Model the hope and promise of the future so they can grow up looking excitedly toward what’s still to come.
- Tell them stories of our family so they will know they belong to something much greater than themselves–a family with a history.
- Make sure they always know they can depend on me for encouragement and a helping hand when they need it.
- Help build in each of them a strong foundation of value and purpose and faith.
- Collect my gathered wisdom, mix it with the wisdom of their other grandparents, and together make our little ones’ lives richer. They will need it. We certainly did!
“Grandparents and grandchildren have much to tell each other. One has recently come from the spirit world and the other is on their way.”
~Native American teaching~