A Second Chance to Experience Wonder

 

Dear Kids,

There are some joys in life so deep, so unexpected, that words can barely hold them. Becoming a grandparent to your children is one of those joys—a gift that has touched me in ways I never could have imagined.

When I look at your children—my grandchildren—I see echoes of you. I see your eyes in their smiles, your laughter in their joy, your stubbornness in their determination. It takes me back to when you were little, and suddenly I’m holding the past and the present in my hands, both at once. It’s overwhelming, and it’s beautiful.

I wish I could bottle every moment: the way tiny arms wrap around my neck, the sound of their giggles in the early morning, the way they reach for my hand without thinking. These moments are fleeting, but they fill my heart with a love so fierce it aches. Sometimes I find myself tearing up, grateful for the chance to love this deeply all over again.

Being a grandparent has given me a second chance—not to redo the past, but to savour it. I am softer now, more patient. I see the wonder in small things: a crayon drawing, a whispered secret, a sleepy head on my shoulder. I get to be present, truly present, without the weight of worry I carried as a parent. It’s a healing I never knew I needed.

I hope you know how much I cherish these memories—not just for me, but for our family. I see the threads that connect us through generations: stories, lullabies, silly games, family recipes. I see you growing into your own as parents, and I am so proud of you. I see the love you pour into your children, and it humbles me.

Thank you for trusting me with your most precious gifts. Thank you for letting me in, for letting me be silly, for letting me spoil them just a little. Thank you for letting me love them with the kind of love that sometimes brings me to tears.

If I could give you one thing, it would be this: the knowledge that love never runs out. It grows. It deepens. It connects us, long after the toys are put away and the house is quiet again.

With all my love, always,

Mum

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