Making Memories
A few months ago, I did the DNA test to find out where you come from and today I was looking at the family tree. Family members that I didn't know who have passed away like my 3 times great grandparents and so it got me thinking about a certain situation and about other things.
I saw my grandmother's name, which I did know very well and I started to think of all the memories we created when we didn't even know it. We were just hanging out, going to lunch, thrift stores, toy stores, walks, having waffles for lunch, sandwiches for dinner in the summer. She making us, my sister and cousins lunch after Bible camp she signed us up for in the summer and art classes the next summer. I didn't know my other grandmother. She passed away almost ten years before I was born. Nana was the only one I knew. She lived long enough for my son to meet her but she passed away the same week he turned a year old so he didn't really get to actually know her at all. That got me thinking about my sister.
My younger sister is a grandmother. That is hard to believe right there. I always think of her as sort of my kid sister. But, nonetheless, she had her kids before she was out of her teens, at least the first two. The last one she was in her late 20's. So, her oldest is now in his 30's and he has been a dad for over 5 years and has 3 kids himself. My sister has never met any of them. She has face time with the oldest one and over the last year he has gotten to know her through that. The other two are only toddlers so they can't talk yet. And it is not like they live across the world. They live an eight hour car drive or less away and an hour plane ride. So, I was talking to her today about different family members, finding out who was our 4th great family member and I told her that it is a shame that her grandchildren are not making too many memories with her. If it weren't for Face time they wouldn't know her at all. All they would know her for is the gifts she sends year round. I told her it is sad that her step granddaughter knows her better than her son's kids. They all should know her and love her.
My sister won't do anything about it as in ask her kid to bring his kids out her again, or demand it, that demand will work for him if she does it right. She will go with the flow and hope for the best. So, when she is going with the flow, the kids are missing out knowing her, making memories with the family out this way, missing everything that a grandmother and great grandmother does to spoil grand kids.
I am glad that I got to know my grandmother, my grandfather, my step grandfather, and all of the people whom I grew up with. I wish that I had gotten more memories with them and a lot more with my dad who passed away when I was young. I cherish the ones that I have with everyone.
I am also hoping that before anyone else leaves this earth that these kids have the chance to make some memories with their kin folks here. But, unfortunately, I won't hold my breath waiting for that day to come. Life is so precious and should be enjoyed and memories should be made.
I saw my grandmother's name, which I did know very well and I started to think of all the memories we created when we didn't even know it. We were just hanging out, going to lunch, thrift stores, toy stores, walks, having waffles for lunch, sandwiches for dinner in the summer. She making us, my sister and cousins lunch after Bible camp she signed us up for in the summer and art classes the next summer. I didn't know my other grandmother. She passed away almost ten years before I was born. Nana was the only one I knew. She lived long enough for my son to meet her but she passed away the same week he turned a year old so he didn't really get to actually know her at all. That got me thinking about my sister.
My younger sister is a grandmother. That is hard to believe right there. I always think of her as sort of my kid sister. But, nonetheless, she had her kids before she was out of her teens, at least the first two. The last one she was in her late 20's. So, her oldest is now in his 30's and he has been a dad for over 5 years and has 3 kids himself. My sister has never met any of them. She has face time with the oldest one and over the last year he has gotten to know her through that. The other two are only toddlers so they can't talk yet. And it is not like they live across the world. They live an eight hour car drive or less away and an hour plane ride. So, I was talking to her today about different family members, finding out who was our 4th great family member and I told her that it is a shame that her grandchildren are not making too many memories with her. If it weren't for Face time they wouldn't know her at all. All they would know her for is the gifts she sends year round. I told her it is sad that her step granddaughter knows her better than her son's kids. They all should know her and love her.
My sister won't do anything about it as in ask her kid to bring his kids out her again, or demand it, that demand will work for him if she does it right. She will go with the flow and hope for the best. So, when she is going with the flow, the kids are missing out knowing her, making memories with the family out this way, missing everything that a grandmother and great grandmother does to spoil grand kids.
I am glad that I got to know my grandmother, my grandfather, my step grandfather, and all of the people whom I grew up with. I wish that I had gotten more memories with them and a lot more with my dad who passed away when I was young. I cherish the ones that I have with everyone.
I am also hoping that before anyone else leaves this earth that these kids have the chance to make some memories with their kin folks here. But, unfortunately, I won't hold my breath waiting for that day to come. Life is so precious and should be enjoyed and memories should be made.
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