Passing the means of raising the next generations down the line, from great grandparents to grandparents, to parents, to children here…translated…
My granddaughter is over nine months of age, although she still can't call out "Grandma," and "Grandpa", my husband and I already called to her hundreds of times. My husband who'd deemed himself to still be quite young, at first, he'd, had some, maladaptation of being noted as "grand-pa", like becoming a grandparents made us into, elderly folks, had it not been my granddaughter's' cries gotten noted by the neighbors, and they'd come and congratulate us, he would've, never gotten, used to being a "grand" parent.
what's passed down, is more than the, genes here! Photo from online
When my infant granddaughter was two, three months of age, lying in my husband's, arms, she'd stared up at him with those, lively eyes, by four, five months, when he'd gone to pick her up, she'd leaned in against her grandpa's shoulders, giggled, excitedly, waited until she was able to extend her arms to ask for hugs, it's apparent, that this coming-lately-to-grandfatherhood grandpa is completely, melted. Now, whenever my granddaughter comes home, my husband would, automatically, extend his arms, I'd not fought with him on embracing my granddaughter, just, let him, bask in the joys of his, grandfatherhood.
Of late, my young granddaughter started, making the sounds like she's learning to talk, my husband was overjoyed, and taught her, "papa", I'd competed with him, taught her to call, "nana", the two of us, elderly, calling this young infant child, "papa" and "nana", truly, a funny, sight.
To allow for my son and daughter-in-law to catch enough Z's, my husband and I would push our early-to-wake young granddaughter out to the local park for the strolls. First, I'd found the music by Schubert which was said to help the developing brain of an infant, then, put a light coat onto her. All the way, as we'd bumped into those whom we are acquainted with, they would always, play with our granddaughter first, then, give us the look of encouragement, as new grandparents-in-training. After we'd walked a bit, she'd fallen, fast, asleep, again, then, the two of us found a bench, sat ourselves down, looking close at her red face, and, we just couldn't help, but started, taking shots of her.
Like not long ago, my mother, to allow me to sleep more, would take my son who woke too early out to walk, and to buy the breakfasts. And now, my son became a father, I, a grandmother, I'd, thought of how showy my mother was, pushing her grandson out, the corners of my lips rose. My mother helped me with my son, I, my son with my, granddaughter, the two generations of grandmother, passing this inherited act of love on, we're, on this, same path, after all!
So, there's, this, switch of the state of mind, when you were younger, and had your children, you were busy at work, and, you left your young to your own parents' care, and now, you are retired, your children are having their own, came your turns, to care for your young grandchildren, like your parents had, helped cared for your, children too. This is, how this gets, passed down from one generation to the next, this, act of, love…
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