Grandparenting Tips and a Wish List From The Heart (Future)

As I sit here at my desk…11:50 AM after, drinking my coffee, paying some bills, doing 3 loads of laundry, and a few other chores for the day, I began to think about my grandchildren; as I often do. <3 <3

I began to contemplate ahead to their future. This thinking pattern had me dwelling about prom, high school, dating, arguments with Mom and Dad, romantic summers and makeup for my granddaughter, girl problems for my grandson, career decisions, car purchases, iPhones, relationships, marriage, bullying,…well, I think you got all those pictures swarming in your heads.??

At least, I hope! lol

 

So, what did all this brainstorming about the (particular) contents above accomplish? What about that (wish list)? And furthermore, those tips??

Well, let’s back up just a bit… Let me tell you something! =)

BOTH my grandkids are as smart as tacks beyond their years!

I strongly believe that (they) are quite secured with powerful wills and fearless spirits.

I also believe that they have spent their share of time thinking about their future and what they will be doing as adults; especially my sweet grandson. My grands are 8 and 5, and growing way too FAST!!! 🙁

Considering (career decisions), I’ve heard my oldest grandchild say, “I want to be a (crop farmer)” and my youngest one say, “I want to be a (vet)”

Both of those choices have a colossal of possibilities, and even MORE aspiring choices in relation to those fields.

Grandma isn’t worried in the least, because she knows they will be good at anything they decide as careers.

However, their choices could change, and change again, and YET, again before they commit! My grandchildren could even spread their wings and explore multiple advancements. They are young and have quite a long time to consider the variables.

Now, getting back to that “wish list” before I lose my train of thought here…

Well, my thoughts are all over the place!! Having said that; it is NOT my intention to make this post essentially on (career picks). 😉

This leads me to consider my health more and more. Yes, Grandma certainly needs to be, and stay healthy in order to be around when all these things take place for sure!!!

So, what’s a wish list have to do with all this?

My wish list is the assorted things that I want to be able to talk about with my grandchildren.

More to the point; I want (them) to WANT to talk about those things (with me). To share tips with them, my thoughts, and my advice.

Important Note: I do realize that I’m not an expert when it comes to grandparenting tips. 😉

*** ~~ While this is ultra important to me; I also realize it may be too tall of an order to become a reality.

In addition, Their parents NEED to be present and have their opinions, their thoughts, their own tips and advice known when discussing those important topics.
=)

All these elements will mold these (2) little people into responsible adults in tomorrow’s society…(whatever that may be). LOL ~~ With how things are going in this world today; it’s hard telling what our society will be like. 😉

Personally, I hope Jesus comes back by then…seriously.

I still have a wish list regardless. My grandkids could talk with me, AND Mom and Dad also!

The Updated List Consists Of: (I want my grands to seek advice, and tips about the following subjects from me).

1) Makeup and skin care advice: My Granddaughter

Well…of course, this would be on top of the list! LOL <3 While, I sure hope she goes to her mom for beauty advice as well. Her Momma is beautiful BTW! <3

2) Girl problems: My Grandson

Now, I can already see him going to his dad for advice about this; that’s for sure! However, I do hope that he will come to me for a tip or two. 🙂

3) Prom: My Granddaughter

I would LOVE to get the chance to make her dress. I used to sew A LOT!! I even made my dress for my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary party. I still don’t know what happened to that dress! 🙁

4) Bullying: Both My Grandson and Granddaughter

I’m not the bullying expert at all!! However, since I’ve been through it myself, I do hope I get the chance to give some advice…(if the need arises). I certainly hope it doesnt! <3<3

5) Career advice: Both My Grandson and Granddaughter

I do hope they both have their decisions made way ahead of time. With (most) kids, they end up changing their minds a dozen times; and that’s ok. That is the norm. With that being said; I would be ecstatic if they would pop their heads in the house and seek a little advice!

6) Grandchildren: Both My Grandson and Granddaughter

I certainly hope I get the chance to lend some tips and advice along the way. More IMPORTANTLY; <3 I hope I'm still living when my great grandchildren are born. <3

A Grandmother Can Dream Can’t She?!

What are your thoughts?

Thank you for reading!

My Experience With Bullying in the 60’s and 70’s

I thought so many things on July 27th, as I sat down to write this blog post…

Yes! I took a (brief) detour while writing it! Well…I had a lot of thoughts to process. 😉 Lol

First of all, what I have to say in this post is all genuine; as I have no reason at all to lie about any of it. All true to life. Believe me….I sure wish it wasn’t! (I’ll also, add, I don’t want any pity…Nuff said)!

The MOST important perspective of my complex, inner, ramblings this morning was that my son thrived as an adult (without) any mental damage from bullying. Thank The Good Lord! =) That was my greatest fear! He was bullied briefly on the school bus; however, my son didn’t have room for bullying in his young school days/throughout his life; and still doesn’t! =)

The main point for this post is to provide some experienced facts about myself just so you can know and understand me a little better (as a person just trying, STILL… to find my way in this UGLY world).

But first, let me take a trip down (memory lane)…from VERY EARLY in life. 🙁

Unfortunately, I DON’T remember my early days in school (as happy). There was a particular incident that took place that snowballed ……into what ???! 😮

As I analyze my thoughts to try and remember the occurrence that started it all; my mind goes back to what (should have been) a favorable learning experience and a happy occasion.

I was excited about dance class. I’m not quite sure what grade we were in. 1st or 2nd grade?? I also am not sure exactly (what kind of dance class) it was. Although, I do remember wearing leotards; black ones. At least, that’s what they were called back then. LOL

I bet you can’t guess what took place?? Hmm, well; maybe you can, I don’t know.

This (little girl) left a big puddle in the gym. UGH!! 😮

Please, let me explain…

I remember… (not too far) into the class, I realized I had to go to the restroom.

Ahh, well, alrighty…now you know. The cats out of the bag; or should I say BLADDER! 😮

lol

I tried very hard to let that teacher know of my predicament many, many times, with a wave and a little dance of my own. But did she listen? This woman wasn’t giving me any relief ANYTIME SOON!

NADA! NO! SHE DID NOT LET ME GO!

Hello!! Was she plotting my (unlucky) future?? lmao!

The next thing I remember was the warm, wet feeling trickling down my legs that made me look down at the ever increasing puddle on the floor. It was only then that I actually realized what I’d done.

I know, gross, but keeping it real!

Well, that dance teacher was very much in the wrong! Just getting that out there! 😮

After that ordeal was over, I recall the long walk to the restroom to change clothes. The teacher had another student…(I think) she was much older? Not sure. I’m 56; my memory seems to be fading! Lol —- walk me there. How’s that for a run-on sentence?

I’ll just briefly go over a couple more occasions that I’d like to forever forget.

1) Now, I don’t recall how the conversation started or even what it was truly about. I just remembered the long walk home.

The girl that seemed to be the head of the bullies said to me, “You’re nothing but a pile of s***!”

The following one has a little more guts to it.. lol

2) In math class, don’t remember the grade. However, that’s not what’s important. I remember bits and pieces of this…

During what (should have been a well-constructed classroom), most of my class mates were throwing spit balls, and other things (that I can’t remember) toward me. Maybe some laughing in the midst.

Now was it (really) the entire classroom? More than likely not. Although, it sure felt as much.

Let’s put it this way…it was definitely enough to cause a ruckus while strolling the halls of the school, for sure.

More Importantly…

The (substitute) teacher didn’t have anything to say; nor did she DO anything. She just gave me a smirky smile as I looked at her with, (please help) tattooed on my forehead. lol — I do remember the class was Mr. Greenwald’s. He was the funniest teacher I’ve ever known. He made the whole school laugh; and that was his mission…other than teaching math class, that is. lol – That in itself was an awesome memory! I did a quick search and found a photo of him. However, don’t feel at liberty to share due to copyright. 😉

3) Not to mention (and in general), being made fun of for not making all the hits, catches, reps; or whatever while in gym class and on the playground That’s the true reason why I don’t like to participate in sports…(other than power walking and aerobics) 😉 lol

The latter is so common; I know. However, it didn’t make it any easier! Furthermore, it all stacked up to how I’ve felt about (myself) for most of my life.

I dreadfully recall these memories of bullying as; humbling, ugly, disgraceful, abusive, slanderous, degrading, disrespectful, painful, hurtful, and quite life-changing.

I truly could go on and on; however, I won’t bore you with more. I think you get the picture! LOL

You know…way, way back in my mind (for many, many years), I would always question myself how I could let the world know how bullying truly affected me. Go into detail, like in this post. Did I want (or NEED) to go as far as actually naming names? Naah!! That minor detail is rather pointless.

I wrote this blog post as if I were THE ONLY person on the face of the earth that was mindlessly bullied. Well, let me fill you in on something….that’s exactly what it felt like. The pain was real, and it scarred me for life.

In hindsight, I’m somewhat grateful for having gone through it; (only due) to the fact that it helped mold me (somehow) into the person that I am. I also, realize this post may be pointless to a lot of people. I honestly needed to write it; if not for anything else but, for some sort of therapy. Aka; focus on internal daemons for clarity and peace.

Thank God for the wisdom from my years of living…that I truly understand the (real) reason behind children, (or adults), that feel the need to bully others.

I’ll just leave it at that…

Thank you for reading! =) <3