‘Tis said that the simplest toy a small child can operate is a grandparent. Its only grandparents who can remember and preserve the generational veins of a continuing connectivity.
The grandparent’s job is to give their grandchildren
wings and roots, so much so they form the web and woof of what children do to
society. No grandparent can ever watch but painfully a grandchild being
corrected. Grandparents are the magic talismans for their grandchildren.
Grandparents sort of sprinkle dust over the lives of little children. According to a child a grandfather is a man grand-mother.
Grandmothers are the repositories for children’s doubts. If mother says no, ask grandmother. Children like being with grandmother for she smells like all the smell of happy foods,
Being a grandparent is Gods reward for growing old. They take babies for a priceless cuddle and warmth of unpretentious love. A grandchild is the press secretary of a grandparent.
Every grandparent has the only perfect child and they are the parents who have a second chance.
Before she can sit back and relax from mothering her young, a woman becomes a grandmother and the scenario changes.
It’s often quoted that God could not be everywhere and so he invented grandparents
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