I remember as a little girl going to my grandmother’s house and the first thing my sister and I would do was run into the guest bedroom and pull out the bottom drawer of a dresser. Inside were blocks, books, and my very favorite, a pair of old, high heels that we would fight over to wear!
What my grandmother did that was so special was she set apart a place just for us grandchildren. Though she had downsized, she still kept a small area in her home just for us.
And to this day I still remember the feeling I had each time I went over to her house: that I was loved, and I was wanted.
The very last thing we ever want to convey to our grandchildren is that they are a nuisance, in the way, or a bother. I’m sure you would never want them to…
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