Recently my mom and I were discussing the man child. He’s consistent with asking me two questions daily. The first is if I talked to my mom at some point during the day and if not can he call her. When I say the kid rolls out of bed and spits the same question, I am not exaggerating. My mom usually prays with him and chats about his day. It is another heartfelt family moment that I certainly cherish. I know my mom does as well.
Actually it has left her pretty amazed so much that she has questioned me on more than one occasion if I am putting the “idea” in his head. I assured her that I have not but I do encourage him to call her. Why? Well after I pondered it for a brief moment I realized that it is as a natural as breathing to him. I’ve set the example. You all know how much I adored my Granny.
I won’t kid you she wasn’t a perfect Grandmother and I wasn’t the perfect granddaughter. There was even a time I think we didn’t speak for a very long time because I was upset with her. I got over it and life went on but for as long as I can remember my Granny was the glue that held our family together. When my son was born I went to live with my mom for a few years. He was her in-house grandson.
Over the years we’ve taken trips both in and out of state. She comes to visit during the holidays. While I was pursing my doctoral degree she would come and stay with him while I traveled for my residency. So my final conclusion was that he loves his NaNa the way I love my Granny. He learned by example. What a proud moment in my family. I hope that every grandparent has a grandchild with a heart like my son. One, who appreciates the wisdom, seeks out their love and reaches out across the miles! I know my Granny is smiling down on us.
What are your thoughts? Have we stopped teaching our young people to value the elderly?