Today is Grandparents Day. Yes, it’s on the calendar.
These people right here will never know how much they molded and shaped my life. My summers were awesome and I never wanted to go home. I miss them more every day because now I know what “grandparent” means. I would give anything if I could sit and talk to them again. In memory of Bennie and Dorothy Oliver and Ma and Pa Flanagin.
Our boys are very blessed to have these grandparents in their lives. They have helped mold and shape them just as we have minus the butt whoopings. When we had kids, I made a promise that our kids would have just as good of a relationship with their grandparents as I did with mine and I made sure of it and still do. It’s called taking them to visit. Don’t rob your parents of a relationship with your kids. It’s not fair to them. In honor of Thomas and Janice Flanagin, Carol Dixon aka, Grandmother, and Virginia Dixon, aka Nanny.
I use to get on to my momma when she would let our boys get away with things that she would have burnt my butt up for. Then she would say those words, “Well, it’s different!” Well, now I know what she means. You love your kids, but there is just something about those grandkids. I’m glad we are getting to see our kids have kids. Well, one right now. Dallas Dixon your day will come, just don’t get into a hurry. It is a blessing to see your kid be a good parent. That means all those years of fussing and fighting with them paid off. I hope God blesses us with as many grandchildren as he sees fit. They will truly be loved.