I have to share with all of you something good that happened. We're always talking about problems but I think we need to add the precious moments of being a grandmother. My granddaughters are 6 and 9. They are my youngest daughter's children, marriage intact, no problems, normal family. I can be a grandma to them. I have raised my grandson, my oldest daugther's child after she passed away from a brain tumor when he was just 14 months old. I lost my full time job last May and social security stopped for gs because he turned 18 this past year. Finances started to slide down a greased slope. Christmas was coming and I was having a hard enough time paying the bills, let alone think about buying toys and gifts for grandchildren. I took a little money and went out and bought some fleece. I made my granddaughters "sleepover bags" which I lined with extra sheets I had in the closet. I made matching pillows, bathrobes and pajamas, as well a sleep mask, all matching. The older one is into horses and that the theme of hers. They younger one is into Tinker Bell and fairies so that was the theme of hers. Christmas day came and I feared how the day would go with just the one large gift under the tree plus one small game. When they opened their packages, the younger one shouted with glee: "this is better than any stuffed animal, and Grammy made them for us!" Well tears of joy streamed down my face feeling they were learning the true meaning of a gift. Last night they came to sleep over and brought the bags with. The younger one also brought a probject from school, a short essay on the "best gift I received for Christmas". She wrote the paragrah stating the sleepover bag was the best gift, that her grammy made it, and she just loves it! She included a drawing of her version and placed the papers on a piece of purple construction paper, folded like a book. I could receive no better gift in return. She will always carry the memory of that gift with her, as will I.
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