“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.” -Welsh proverb
To see my girls adored by their grandparents is to witness something pure and beautiful.
The four of them—Eric’s parents, Grandma and Grandpa Gregory, and mine, Nana and Grandpa Shempy—light up when they are with Peeper and Kiwi. Peeper’s shenanigans especially inspire laughter and the kind of fun unique to little ones.
Leaning on grandparents
I am still close to my grandma, whom Peeper now calls Kitty Grandma. I got to see her rarely, though we wrote letters back and forth weekly. We stayed close when I was growing up, and she came to stay with us for months while my mom battled breast cancer.
I had just started middle school, and my entire world was shifting beneath me. I was awkward in my Goodwill clothes and my changing body, but my grandmother was always there for me. My dad worked and my mom was either ill in bed or being treated at the hospital, but Grandma greeted me every day after school, cut me an apple for a snack and listened as I recounted my day.
Each night, we practiced yoga before bed and giggled as we roared and stuck out our tongues during lion’s pose. My younger sister and I took turns sleeping next to her in our bed.
It is that sort of relationship I see my girls forming with their grandparents: one of complete acceptance and utter adoration that goes in both directions.
When Kiwi was first born, all four grandparents arrived to help. Yes, they fed Peeper lunch, changed diapers, brought me snacks and held Kiwi while I napped. But the biggest gift they gave was loving our girls unconditionally.