08/18/2025
Grandchildren are like an inheritance…
They arrive without warning, without you having done anything to truly deserve them.
No sleepless nights. No labor pains. No sacrifices of parenthood.
And yet—when they’re placed in your arms, they feel like a miracle.
With age comes a soft kind of ache…
The kind that remembers the house once full of laughter, little feet, endless questions, and laundry on the line.
And now? Those children are adults—rushed, busy, grown.
You love them still… but they are no longer your little ones.
Then, one day, without anyone asking you to wait or suffer, they hand you a newborn.
And just like that—a second chance arrives.
A grandchild is a piece of your past wrapped in a future you never expected.
No one scolds you for loving them too much.
No one stops you from spoiling them.
You are free to adore, to nurture, to soak in every giggle and every sleepy whisper of “Grandma” or “Grandpa.”
I believe life gives us grandchildren as a gift to soften the weight of growing old.
They are love in its purest form—given freely, joyfully, and just when we need it most.
And when that little voice calls your name in the quiet of a morning,
your heart rises—like bread in a warm oven.
And you remember…
Life, despite everything, still knows how to surprise you.
