Today is Grandparent’s Day, which is a lovely day for celebrating all of the grandmothers and grandfathers in your life. I have no living grandparents, but spent the day with my sister and my mom who are both grandparents and we had a wonderful time! I’ve mentioned my grandmother many times on my blog as we were quite close, but I would be remiss if I didn’t also mention my grandfather. He passed away many years before she did, was rather quiet, and we didn’t have a lot of long conversations. But I loved exploring all of the wonders that he had in his tool shed, even though I’m rubbish when it comes to working with tools of any kind, save a pen and paintbrush. When I was very young, he almost seemed like a superhero with his incredible ability to fix literally anything broken that was in sight. Many times, I wish I’d spent more quality time with him, rather than just admiring him from afar. Tried to get to know him better. But then I think, we had the perfect relationship. The kind uncluttered by too many words that shines with love even in those simplest of moments spent together.

One of the things I remember most about my grandfather was that he was often a bit impatient with me. He tried to show and teach me things, but I simply wasn’t wired to be the type of man that he was. And thinking back to those times when he was noticeably flustered by my inability to work with tools or lift heavy objects, I still have very fond memories. Though I was certainly not a rugged farm boy, he never made me feel like a disappointment or like I didn’t belong there. After all of the grumbling, he would just pat me on the back like I’d done something wonderful after all. I would then wander off to play with the goats and enjoy the things that came more naturally to me while feeling amazing. My hero had once again made me feel like everything was just fine and that through all of my failures I had somehow miraculously managed to succeed. It wasn’t breeding some horrid form of false self-confidence, as the grumbles made it clear what I was horrible at doing. Instead, I was just given assurance that it didn’t really matter after all. We can’t be good at everything we attempt, but we should always be rewarded for trying.

These little lessons have served me well as I’ve grown up and transformed from a little boy into a middle-aged man who’s still most definitely a boy at heart. I’m not sure if my grandfather ever knew just how much he actually managed to teach me. I certainly wasn’t a stellar student at the specific lessons he taught, but I hope he knew that he managed to teach me very important things after all. Grandparents are often said to spoil kids and give them more leeway than parents might, and I think this is usually true and exactly what needs to happen in life. A person who loves me like a parent, but doesn’t have to put up with all of my craziness all of the time, is a perfectly wonderful person to have in my life. They were the first ones to see past those little idiosyncrasies that had already driven my parents to the brink of insanity. The first to let me know that being me was not such a bad thing after all. My parents would lovingly except all of that crazy in the end, but their parents always managed to get there first. I have a profound love for my grandparents and hope that wherever they are, they’re all still looking down on me with a sense of pride. And I’m sending them all of my love and thanks as we celebrate this wonderful Grandparent’s Day.

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22 thoughts on “Grandparent’s Day

  1. Love your grandfather and grandson – both the painting and the story of yourself and your grandfather. My grandfather was Scottish, always very curt and not one for hugs and kisses. As a child, I always felt he didn’t like me. Later in life, I learned more about the Scottish culture he came from – a poor, fishing village (Lossiemouth) in Scotland. Coming from a more loving environment with my parents, I know now that I totally missed the encouragements and loving gestures he gave. I wish I’d known then what I know now.

    1. Thanks, Sandra! 😃💕 Oh to know then what we know now. So many things and little nuances that we just missed when we were young. But your grandfather sounds perfectly wonderful in all the curtness. I’m sure he was a very memorable person!

  2. I think growing up close to my grandparents is one of the high spots of my life. That unconditional love has stuck with me to this day even though they are all long gone now. When I turned 16 and got my drivers license I often visited grandma Mabel by myself because we had fun, and we had a lot to laugh about together. And one on one meant I didn’t have to share her!

  3. Oh..Such a endearing story about your grandpa…Reminded me of my paternal grandfather who was a master storyteller and told me such wonderful stories from Jataka tales, Ramayana, Aesop fables, Gimms fairy tales…Each story with soundeffects etc..and a nice moral in the end…

  4. Oh such a cute granpa. N kid. Beautiful 🥀🌼🙏🌸🌷 story. N awesome art.iloved the line that remarkable heroes.yes true.n in their shelter kids feel save that no one can scold them . I believed that there disipdiscin keep a child a good ctizin
    Thanks for sharing.lie.

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