AdvertisementMy grandparents raised my brother and me"They were like drill sergeants," my aunt relayed to me on one of the evenings when I stayed over at her house.
Part of that upbringing, as children of immigrants, meant children were second-class citizens, meant to be seen and not heard.
For the first time, my grandparents got to be grandparents with my kids.
My feelings of envy for the relationship my grandparents were creating with my kids disappeared and were replaced with gratitude.
When I look back at pictures of them with my kids, I tell them how much my grandparents loved them.
Persons:
I'd, Gram, Zachary, Gramps, Nicole Johnson, Zach, Cami
Organizations:
Service, barracuda