I got to thinking of how blessed our son is, who at the age of 9 has 3 of his grandparents still around. I had only 1 out of my 4 when I was little and that grandmother was gone when I was 5. My mom had lost her father when she was nine and my father had lost his mother when he was 5. My husband did not meet his grandparents as his grandfathers died in the war and his grandmothers were back home in the Ukraine which he did not get to while they were alive.
This evening I came across a picture of my husband, his sister and parents. Walter was maybe 1 or 2 years older than our son. His parents are now 71 years married (say it with me…WOW!) and his father just turned 92!
I truly feel blessed to be a part of my husband’s family and I am beyond grateful my son has this opportunity to know his grandparents. I then allow myself to embrace the vision of us being grandparents – being here to help with our grandchildren.
The question which then comes to mind: When they come to visit, will I give them chocolate or fruit? I may wish to ponder this question for some time. Дуже дякую. What would you do?