To Grand Pa and Ma, with love

I once came across some beautiful lines written about some of the most wonderful people in the world. They said, ‘Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.’

I couldn’t have agreed more.

When I see my little one with his grandparents, to me, he looks like the luckiest kid in the whole world.

They dote on him like there is no tomorrow. There’s a little world they have built only for him that is full of everything robust. When he is in this world, he is tucked away from all things bad. He is happy, secure and in the best of his element.

I look at him and I feel that my little one will grow up to be a fine young man thanks to a wonderful childhood.

And that’s one thing I share with him.

I have experienced two sets of grandparents, that’s like four individuals and four times the love. They have been my guardian angels, my playmates, my partners in crime, my support systems and much more.

Things haven’t changed even after I have become a mother myself. My grandparents’ house is where I have left a little piece of my childhood and they have taken every care to keep it unblemished.

Years after he died, my grandfather’s words still resonate in my ears. One night, as I slept, he quietly sat by my side. I pretended to be fast asleep. He tousled my hair and whispered, “God, give my baby all the happiness in the world.”

They were simple words yet ones filled with emotions that were reserved only for me. That time, he probably left God with little choice of not fulfilling his wish.

Not many are lucky to have experienced this form of love. If every little boy or girl had a chance to live with Grandpas and Grandmas, the world wouldn’t have been filled with so much hatred.

Grandparents can do what even parents can’t.