Grand love from grandparents

                      

Grandparents are blessing from heaven, something that I didn’t have. Personally I don’t even have any loving memory of both my paternal and maternal grandparents.

I had grandpa from my paternal side and grandma from maternal side who were alive then and their respective partners dead, however grandpa had distanced himself from us so much that we don’t even remember his face or have any fond memory of him and he died when I was 17 years old. While on the other hand grandma was loving, that is what i was told and we did get to see her but for very short span I was just 6 years old when she died and to be honest I don’t remember her face either, her memories are related to few flashbacks that my elder sister and cousins referred to and her picture that I have, yes we do not have our grandpa’s picture at home so much was the distance between him and us.

It was always awkward how we spent summer holidays at our home while all our friends went to either relatives place or grandparents place for sure. That void remains even till date, the love only grandparents can shower upon remained unreachable for us. We did visit our relatives, but occasionally and for a day or two. I used to envy at my friends when they returned with colourful stories of their time spent and the gifts they received from their grandparents and we siblings had nothing to share. In fact we became so much distant from all those family bonding and the feeling remains same now as well.               

Now that my daughter gets so much love and care from my parents and the kind of affection they show for her it is heavenly. She gets to learn so much from them, as they grow old I can see the child hidden in them come out with these little monsters. My father who was strict dad at one stage is now cool grandpa and my mum is now much sweeter than she had ever been, not to us though but to the grandchildren of course. On most Fridays kids don’t want to return home while my parents miss them more than us, usually it would be like why don’t you leave the kids here let them enjoy. I wonder if they love their kids more or the grandchildren, looking at the kids play with them makes me miss my childhood. Even though it was just 3 of us all the time, we had the best of times.

I can see that my daughter has learnt to relate things by looking at how even being so old my parents are making effort to work day in and out. They are never lazy and not so much aware of technology but much knowledgeable, always happy and lead simple life. When we lived in Berlin this little one was the most obedient kid ever known, as she was just with me most of the time while dad would get to spend few hours in the evenings and weekend alone, she did not have friends as such except me. She was quiet, timid in nature very helpful and also studious as she learnt everything I thought without any resistance. But once we returned back home I could see how much she had missed them. She started to speak so much that I was actually shocked at her ability to rebel as well which she never did earlier. As for 2 years in Berlin she never spoke so much, and now she does not even shut her mouth (even if her beg to do so) my parents had influenced her so much that she used to call me awwaa (Grandma) at times.

Am very happy for her as always,being mom i will be happy about anything my baby gains. But indeed this was happiest part as she could get what I always missed in my lifetime, indeed grandparents are blessings and they are bound to stay with us always. Blessings when alive and as guardian angels after death. Never be deprived of this love.