Tag grandparent
She’s not my grandma. But I never knew what else to call her. My friend called her “Grandma Marie” because she is my friend’s grandma. And I never heard her called anything but “mom”, “grandma” or “Grandma Marie”. So “Grandma Marie” is what I called her. No one seemed to ... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
A few years ago my husband came in the house to tattle on a little one. He told one little man not to run through the yard. His little cousin, sticking up for her cousin, told my husband “you’re a dumb ass”. Here’s the thing- She said it. She heard it somewhere. She has […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Sometimes I miss my children Being children. Then the grandchildren show up And remind me of the reality of it. And I miss it even more. © Advertisements... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
A day with a grand is a grand time to plant seeds of empowerment. ©... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
This is what I will be able to tell them. I see a lot of good from a lot of people. That’s what I’ll point out to them, and remind them of, and expect of them. ©... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
It is early hours before dawn as I write, nestled in my privileged life – a darkened room lit by candle’s glow, soft bed and quietly breathing dog by my side. I’ve had a restless night filled with angst and I’ve unexpectedly woken to find myself overwhelmed by the profound sense of my beautiful life […]... mehr auf justasmidgen.com
I am doing all that I can To give you a reason to look up to me. You won’t be shorter forever.... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
I was holding her hand as we walked towards the ice cream shop. Suddenly her little hand was holding mine a little tighter And softly she said “I’m so lucky you’re in my life”. The earnest and truthful sound of a child’s love. She has no idea how lucky I am. […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
There are people I want to meet Who I will never meet. Or think I never could meet. Unless I take things into my own hands And make it happen. So I did. I met a great great great great great grandparent. In a land I could not know as home, as it was to […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
I remember walking home from school. It was a short walk but often times felt so long. Maybe because I measure by the length of my legs today compared to the length of my legs as a child. I would walk out of the old stone school building and cross the street in front of […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
I have been lifted on more than one occasion because someone needed me. It was stronger than my sorrow. ©... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
