Just when we thought our hearts couldn’t expand with any
more love to give, along comes grandchildren!
They are perfect, as all grandchildren are. They live as far apart in the continental
United States as you can possibly get, which is one of the reasons I’m always
on the go speaking at genealogy venues.
It affords us to be able to visit them.
One set lives in Maine, the other in California.
They are being raised by very good parents, and as far as we’re
concerned, this is the best we could ever imagine for them. Opportunities abound for these children, for
they are in the best of circumstances.
They are in large families, which I also think is
ideal. I grew up alone, and I personally
wouldn’t wish that on anyone, if it can be helped. It took me awhile to learn how to work with
people. My mom used to tell me if you
can get along with the members of your own family, you can get along with
anyone in the world.
So true.
These grandchildren have taught me to laugh and giggle again
after experiencing teenage years and young adult years with their parents. And, just like with us, they are teaching
their own parents things they also need to learn – patience and pure love.
When Jordan and family were moving to California a few years
ago, baby Madelyn was only a few weeks old.
My job was to hold her while the truck was being loaded, which I gladly
did.
One of the photos below is of my hands holding hers. I sat there and thought for awhile as our
hands touched.
My mom’s great-grandfather fought in the Civil War, and she
knew him. He stayed with mom and her
family for awhile.
My mom’s hands would have touched his.
I touched my mom’s hands.
Madelyn touched mine.
Baby Madelyn’s hands have touched my hands, who touched my
mom’s hands, who touched her great-grandfather’s, who was in the Civil War.
When any of my grandchildren touch my hands, they are
touching history.
I am their link to history.
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