Both my grandparents have birthdays in January, and each year I give thanks that we are able to celebrate another birthday with them. They have been married for 66 years. They live independently in their own home. The make regular trips to the beach to visit my cousins. At 94, my grandfather still walks his dog daily, rakes leaves, and plants tomatoes. What did my grandmother do on the day before she turned 88 this year? She renewed her driver's license despite the objections of her family (being obstinate is a family trait).
They have lived in the same house my entire life. The basement was a playground for me, my sisters, and cousins when we were younger, filled with old furniture and the backseat from a Jeep that made the perfect child-sized couch. At night we would argue over who got to sleep on the cot in my grandparent's room. Breakfast was made to order, but usually consisted of a pancake as big as the frying pan. There were endless games of hide and seek, Barbie parades, and attempts to hog the enormous JC Penney catalog in order to choose gifts for upcoming holidays. And also a few non-approved activities like unsupervised hair-cutting. I was very jealous of my cousins who lived closer and would sometimes stay with my grandparents on weekdays while their parents were at work. Who doesn't love to watch The Price is Right with their lunch?
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| Grandma Beau meeting Sarah for the first time |
Therefore, I celebrate with glee that my own children can visit their great-grandparents on weekdays. Sarah and Max are completely at home at Grandma and Grandpa Beau's house. (Beau is the treasured dog.) Max immediately heads to the cabinet for a handful of Nilla wafers and drags the boxes of Legos to the den. Sarah is content to play patty cake on Grandma's lap or ready to race the dog for a chance at his biscuit. Both children inevitably come home with some type of goody - Grandma keeps Max stocked with his weekly ration of Animal Crackers, and last week Sarah received a beautiful set of embroidered pillowcases that match the ones she made for me during childhood. But the greatest gift is that my children are able to know and have a relationship with their great-grandparents. I know how rare and special it is to have such an opportunity. For that, I will be forever grateful.




















