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It's Always Better With Grandmas


Three.  That is how many Grandmothers my boys are blessed with. 

Different in so many ways but alike in all the ways that matter.  

They believe in my boys almost as much as their mom does.  

Grandmas remember.
They remember everything-only in the very best of light.
They have stories galore and love to tell them over and over.
They remember the important days and the favorite foods.
Snicker doodles, corn casserole and jalapeno poppers...

Grandmas love.
Without condition and with everything they have.
They love loudly and with lots of pats and hugs.

Grandmas see the big picture.
Grandmas have lived long enough to see the big picture of life and not sweat the small stuff.
Grandmas take the long view of life.
They show their grandchildren the link between the past and the future.

Grandmas are the story tellers.
Remember when....begins many of their conversations.
My boys always politely nod and act like it is the first time of hearing it.
Grandmas plant seeds of character with their stories of the past and keep family history alive.


Grandmas believe.
Grandmothers are the best at believing.
Believing in their grandchildren is what they do best.
Believing that only their grand-kids are the smartest, strongest and best.
Grandmas give wings to hope and passion to dreams.

Grandmas pray.
They pray with the faith established by tough roads and trials.
Grandmas pray with a combined sense of urgency, composure and determination that scares the .*&** right out of those kids!
They never forget and they always believe.

Grandmas listen.
To childish make believe and middle school drama and grown up dreams.
Grandmas listen without hurry or rush or judgment.
They listen to the heart first and the words second.
The world would not be the same without the sacrificial love, nurture and heart of a Grandma!

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