The little things.. or one little thing
Every few days I call my grandparents. Years ago when I moved out west I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t forget my family and I wouldn’t let geography stop us from feeling close. I didn’t want them to think I left them or that I didn’t care— and I realize life is short and precious and I’m lucky to even have grandparents alive, especially ones who have been a huge influence in my life.
Today I realized, that while my intent on calling them every few days was to make THEM feel loved and close to me, and make sure that while they’re on this earth they know this granddaughter cares… it has been something that has made ME feel loved and close to THEM. They make my life complete and I can’t imagine not having them to talk to on my mornings into work. Now that I’m a mom, it’s crazy to me how different those morning calls are. I share stories with them about my son… my son! And their great-grandson. They laugh, they cry (well Grandma does), they tell me stories about their kids, about me as a baby, about life… and it’s invaluable to me to be able to have them know about Kellan. What his demeanor is like, what I can imagine his personality to be like, and my absolute joy and excitement for being a mom. Something they both know I always so hoped I’d be good at but doubted significantly.
Sometimes when you think you’re doing something for somebody else, it’s you that benefits. I feel so grateful today, to have the clarity to recognize my great fortune.
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