Lately, my daughter has started asking about her grandparents. Each time, she had taken me by surprise, and I haven’t figured what to tell her yet.
I try my very best always to tell her the truth. It important to establish a relationship based on honesty even at such tender age of 4, children may be young, but they are not stupid.
So why am I hesitant regarding my reply to her? We only have one living grandmother, and she does not reside in America.
Up till now, it’s been ok, and we do get by. Our lives are busy with various other grannies from our church who genuinely loves them. A grandparent plays a part, and I must admit that’s lacking in our children’s lives.
I don’t get bogged down by things that are out of my control; I comfort myself with the fact that we still have one. It would have been nice to have them around to share some stories and family histories.
So what is the solution to my daughter’s request for granny? It may sound crazy, but can’t we hire a granny? I am sure there are many grannies out there without their families living close by that can give love to others.
Would we have to pay them for their services? I know we are not the only ones experiencing this, so what kind of solutions have others found to fill this void?
As much as I believe in blood relatives, I also believe that those you have around you here and now are your family. Everyone is not lucky to have our parents living in the same State talk less of the same Country. Due to international laws, there are visa restrictions, and even whereby that is not the issue, you can’t have granny there always.
My late grandma, Mama, as all fondly called her, died in 2004. She was loving, warm, and loves nothing but to spoil us rotten. Some of my best holidays were spent with her. She specialized in giving us all the food my mom would disapprove of, lol. Oh, we loved it. She lived for God and dragged us to church for a 5 am service daily. God helps that child caught sleeping at church; a sharp painful pinch will knock some sense into you, lol. Oh yes, that was my grandma.
While she was alive, I didn’t realize what a legacy she was leaving behind. She was a prayer warrior, a loving grandma; she lived to serve God, her children, grandchildren, and community. When Mama died, I knew that I needed to step up my prayer life, had it not been for Mama’s prayers, I don’t know where I would be today.
When I grow up, I already have a template for the kind of grandma I would aspire to be like. Just like my grandma – Mama, may your soul rest in perfect peace. I miss you now and always.