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Fri 11 Mar, 2005 10:52 am
WHAT IS A GRANDPARENT?
(taken from papers written by a class of 8-year-olds)
* Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of her own. They like other people's.
* A grandfather is a man grandmother.
* Grandparents don't have to do anything except be there when we come to see them. They are so old they shouldn't play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the store and have lots of quarters for us.
* When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.
* They show us and talk to us about the color of the flowers and also Why we shouldn't step on "cracks."
* They don't say, "Hurry up."
* Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.
* They wear glasses and funny underwear.
* They can take their teeth and gums out.
* Grandparents don't have to be smart.
* They have to answer questions like "why isn't God married?" and "How come dogs chase cats?".
* When they read to us, they don't skip. They don't mind if we ask for the same story over again.
* Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have television, because they are the only grown ups who like to spend time with us.
* They know we should have snack-time before bedtime and they say prayers with us every time, and kiss us even when we've acted bad.
* A 6 YEAR OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HIS GRANDMA LIVED. ''OH,'' HE SAID, ''SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT, AND WHEN WE WANT HER WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE'RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT.''
Bob, that was very cute! Not being a grandparent myself (and hopefully not for several years to come!) I can see all of the scenarios in my own parents (c'ept grandma being fat) and if you don't mind, I would just love to share this with them.
hhh, so sweet.All my grandparents are gone.
Lady J I knew you were a teeny bopper. I, being a grandparent to five, appreciated it even more. My little Amanda, all of six years old, and I were sitting at the kitchen table with her mother, my daughter Nina, and between conversations would jump in with a little game to play. While I was distractedshe would hide a stone in one of her hands and then ask me to guess which one. After I had guessed right three times in a row she was dumbfounded. That had never happened before. She asked how I had guessed. She's very perceptive so I told her she had told me. Her eyes widened and she asked how. I told her I would repeat " Hmmm. Which hand is it in?" Each time that hand would clench a little. It was in the left hand all three times. I then told her if she studied people and watched their eyes, their body, listen to their voices, they tell you a lot without saying a word. Nina was impressed that I would share something like that with someone so young. I know she's young but very bright and she understood.
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