My grandaughter is going to be one on Friday. When she smiles or coos at me my heart melts. To those of you who have grandchildren you know that these are our real jewels. We may have diamonds or emerals or pearls or anything else, but they do not matter in the scheme of things when you are fortunate to have grandchildren.She is our first girl and we have three other grandsons.
When her brother calls up and says "Hi Grammie, where are you, I love you" then you know you are richer than you ever believed you could be.
Someone once said that jewels are the orators of love.An Arabian proverb said that orators make men see with their ears. If that is so, then grandchildren make us feel with our hearts more than we ever imagined. I have a friend who says she chose not to have children. Her doggies are her children and I respect her decision long before I knew her. They are quite elderly now and they have no one to ever remember them with fondness as their friends are also quite and more elderly.
Our jewels mentioned above will remember and love us and that is as fine as it can get.My children remember with awe my mother who passed away twenty-four years ago. They recall and rejoice in her love for them and them for her.
What better inheritance can we give our grandchildren other than monetary or jewels than that they recall us with love.
Elita
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very inspirational column...
Esther J. Radckiffe
Boston, Mass
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