Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “magnet.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
At this stage of our lives our grandchildren are magnets who pull us towards themselves. Everything they do is just too wonderful for words 😊. Our daughter sends us short videos and we watch them over and over again. They were here last year for three weeks and every moment was precious. They could not come this year and we pray they will be able to come next year. Grandparents can enjoy all that their grandchildren do without the responsibilities that parents have. We sit back and remember all the naughty things they did and believe how clever they are 😊.
This relationship between the two generations is the magnet that pulls them towards each other.
Our children spent their summer vacations with my parents. My father spent hours reading stories to them, he took them to the bakery and bought whatever they wanted. My mother made ice creams and dishes that they liked to eat. We also used to stay with my father-in-law for almost a month in the village. Those days were during the mango season. He got mangoes plucked from the trees and kept them ready for his grandchildren to eat. He enjoyed being with them. The children too had fun.
I remember those long ago days when my brother and I came to my maternal grandparents’ home for vacations, the magnet that kept pulling us but we had to wait for summer vacations. My elder brother and I were the first and second of the many grandchildren. I think we were pampered a lot by our grandparents. There was one Kannada movie which was very popular and my grandfather did not want us to miss it. The day we reached our grandparents’ home was the last day the movie was being shown in the theatre. He had booked tickets and the moment we reached home, all of us, cousins and aunts and uncles rushed to the theatre. We were on time. I remember crying during the sad moments. The movie was a tragedy too. But it was good movie. This happened so long ago but memories are fresh as ever.
My father’s father too was a very important part of our lives and I think all his grandchildren were a loving part of his life. My younger brother and I were the last two of his nine grandchildren. It was he who made me love books. He read to us so many stories. He passed away in 1980 but he is still a part of my life.
In one of my earlier SOCS posts I have written about my grandfather and his sister with their mother spending a month in their grandparents’ home.
I would love to end on this loving note but I want to mention all those other magnets which pull people down to very low levels. All those different types of addictions which play havoc in the lives of those who are addicted. Some are lucky enough to come out of the grip of those magnets, but not all. A tragedy of human life.