We owe our grandparents so much…

The relationship we have with our grandparents is so beautiful. Think of it this way:

You love your parents the most in the entire world, and your grandparents are those who also love your parents the most, so automatically you love your grandparents the most. 

Isn’t it amazing?

The love, our grandparents shower upon us is just inexplicable. I don’t know about western culture, but here in eastern culture when a couple gets married, then the parents of that couple are so eager to play with their grandchildren and you will often find them saying to them:

“It is our wish to see and play with your children before dying”.

My grandmother often tells me that you are dearer to me than your mother. When I ask her why is that so? How can I be more beloved to her than her own daughter? She would tell me that:

I love your mother the most but as you are the love of my daughter, then it makes you more precious to me.

I’ve spent a long time with my grandparents. As they used to live alone, so I would go there and spend weekends their and often entire week. I was very fond of reading books and collecting stationary from my childhood, so my grandfather bought me a bag and few books. Whenever I used to visit them I would read those books and when I came back home and other cousins of mine visited my grandparents, my grandfather wouldn’t let them touch my bag saying:

“You guys don’t have any interest in studying but Raheela does, don’t you dare touch her stuff”.

During my stay with my grandparents my grandmother would oil my hair at night and make my favourite breakfast for me every morning. Bread soaked in desi ghee with green chilies chatni was my favourite at that time. Once my grandfather saw me having this breakfast and he got mad at my grandmother that why didn’t she give me fried egg in breakfast? Then she told him that Raheela likes chatni with bread not egg. It was his care towards me that he wanted me to have something healthy to eat. At night, when I didn’t drink milk my grandmother would scare me by saying:

“If you don’t drink it then the cat will”. 

She would tell me bed time stories of two sisters who envied each other or the story of a honest axe man etc.

My grandparents used to buy me gifts specially dolls. My grandfather died 18 years ago and not a single day goes by when I don’t miss him and pray for him. My grandmother is alive Alhamdulillah and we often sit together and cherish those memories and laugh and sometimes wish if only we could travel back in time to re-live those moments. Of course it can’t happen. What’s gone is gone. But I just want to say, the love that comes our way from our grandparents is the most pure form of love. Value them and love them. Sit with them and say sweet words to them as in old age they want nothing more than a good company. Don’t let them feel that they are alone.

Thank you for reading this article! Stay happy & blessed!

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