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better job of showing it from now on. I know things still might be hard for a little while, but we want you to know we’ re going to try harder to tell you how we’ re feeling, and we hope you’ ll do the same.
But, I want you to understand something. We’ re grandparents. We’ re so much older than all the other parents of the kids at your school. I know we’ re a little old fashioned and there are things we say and do that don’ t make sense to you." He chuckled a little. " We’ ll try to be more cool, or hip, or whatever you kids call it nowadays. Just remember, we’ ve done all this raising kids a long, long time ago and we’ re a little out of practice. We’ ll try our best if you’ ll be patient with us, and help us a little." He stuck out his hand. " Deal?"
I smiled. It felt like the first time I’ d smiled since before Mom died. " Deal! Just make sure you don’ t wear that old bathrobe when my friends come over." Everyone laughed and I hugged him and Grammy tight.
We said goodbye to the Newmans that night and went home with a couple boxes Mrs. Newman had packed up for us. They were filled with scrapbooks, old school papers, some of my baby clothes and photographs from all the years my mom had been away from her parents. Someone had bought our old house so Mr. and Mrs. Newman had made sure to pack up as much of our stuff as they could.
Grandad, Grammy and I spent the rest of the summer looking through those boxes. Sometimes we would laugh at the pictures and the way I used to write in first grade.
18 pieforseven. com | April 2013