You were always so proud of my girls. You never missed a chance to tell me what a good job I was doing in bringing them up. I want you to know how much your saying that meant to me and that I couldn’t have done it without you.
Your granddaughters both have your tenderness and your tenacity. I remember the time the oldest one decided to run away from home. She announced over dinner that she was leaving to go live with her grandparents, six blocks away, because I was much “too mean.” I wanted to lock the kid in her room. You suggested that I let her work it out on her own, that it would be a learning experience. She packed such a heavy suitcase, she made it just three blocks before she collapsed in front of the neighborhood bakery. The owner drove her home in the bread truck and gave her a dozen doughnuts. He still looks at me in a funny way.
Mom, do you think the lesson she learned that day was to always pack light when traveling a distance? It worked, though. She was too tired to recall why she was angry and too full of ideally doughnuts to care.