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I have wonderful memories of time spent with both sets of my grandparents. They are sweet little slices of life that permanently reside in my heart. Decades later I can conjure a memory, roll it around in my mind and enjoy it almost as if it were happening right now.

There are thousands, or more likely millions, of experiences in my life that I don’t carry with me. They probably got bumped when something more memorable came along.

But time with grandparents is there, holding forth.

I like that.

I really like that.

Some of the most animated and interesting conversations I’ve had with my husband revolve around our childhood memories of grandparents.

And now we are grandparents.

In the business of making memories.

It’s not that we set out to do memorable things. That wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t be authentic.

But what we are doing is enjoying the heck out of our time with our grandson and his parents.

It will be up to him to decide what’s memorable.

We have established a routine of going to feed the horses when he’s visiting us.

You can see from the photos, it’s been an ongoing adventure for him.

And us.

And the horses!

It could be memory-worthy.

Time will tell.


What sweet memories about your grandparents do you carry in your heart? I’d love to hear.

What can I say?

We are grandparents in crazy, wild love with our grandson. We waited a long time for him to make his appearance, and now, we are relishing every single moment of his life.

When he comes to visit us, we always make at least one trip out to see the horses. And, the photo opportunities abound.

What is it about kids and animals?


Some of my sweetest memories are from my childhood relationship with my grandparents.

Decades later, I can conjure their voices and the luxurious feel of spending time in their presence.

Grandparents have the amazing opportunity to be ambassadors of true unconditional love.

And lucky for me, and my sisters, our grandparents were exactly that. They didn’t concern themselves with monitoring schoolwork, chores, or the specifics of our behavior, unless we broke important rules.

They wisely left that to our parents.

Instead, they spent their time with us dispensing love. In their eyes, we could do no wrong, and their unconditional regard washed over us in an ever-flowing waterfall. To be on the receiving end of that fountain of love was pure bliss.

Today, child development experts and neuroscientists will confirm the healing, almost magical benefits of being loved so unconditionally. There were rules, boundaries and expectations to be sure. It wasn’t like some Kids Gone Wild movie.

What professionals have learned is that children thrive in an atmosphere of high warmth and clearly defined expectations about behavior. Sounds like my grandparents, and I’m guessing yours too.

At least I hope so.

 Now the baton has been passed.

My grandparents are no longer living. And my parents, who beautifully carried out the tradition of unconditional love for their grandchildren have joined them. In our little family, that leaves Rick and me to be the waterfall of unconditional love.

It’s a task we’re thrilled to undertake.

At the ripe old age of not quite two, our grandson knows the horses and has absolutely no fear around them. When he gets in our car he asks, “Horses?” He’s figured this little routine out. Has it down cold.

Bud and Pepper take him in stride. This visit, Pepper even agreed to allow him to sit on her back. For Miss P. that was big!

Do you have special grandparent memories? 

Our grandmother used to mix the last of the grape juice in the pitcher with a new can of orange juice, I presume so that she wouldn’t have to wash the container. We loved that! Thought it was a special kind of juice. My sister and I still talk about it sometimes. Just writing about it shoots me back to my grandmother’s dining nook in Kansas. I can picture the little juice glasses and nearly taste the juice. That’s how strong memory is.

If you’re so inclined, tell me one of your grandparent memories in the comment section below.



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