No matter how busy I am, or how rough I feel, or how tired I might be... I never, never, never miss an opportunity to do even the simplest things with my Granddaughter.
Never.
My Daughter and I have a wonderful relationship. I love her dearly and we can talk about anything. I feel like I did a pretty good job raising her. Looking back at her childhood, though, I know that I missed out on a lot. Finances get tight, life stress and job stress intrude, there are only so many hours in a day.... In my flurry of worry over getting us through the tight spots I missed some chances to enjoy the whole reason we're here in the first place. I was there in body sometimes... but not really there, ya know?
I regret those times now. Time moves so damned fast you think you'll have a million chances to catch those little moments as they zip past you. Then one day you wake up and discover that your little girl isn't a little girl anymore. One day you're pushing her on a swing set and then next you're dancing with her at her wedding and wondering how you possibly could have been such an enormous idiot an let all those little moments get away from you.
Its not often that life gives you a second chance. I won't blow this one.
3 comments:
Amen.
Good on ya Grandpa. When my daughter first got pregnant I prayed for a granddaughter. To my everlasting joy I got my wish.
I have tried to make the most of the time with my daughter. Even with the best of intentions life can still get in the way. And they insist on growing up no matter how many times you absolutely forbid them to.
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