G is for “Gammah”

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It was about the time that our youngest son began to wear “big boys” in place of diapers that I began to look forward to being a grandmother. We had two children and I had always dreamed of having a “houseful of chillen’s,”  a term my Grandma Todd used often when describing my father and his seven siblings and the two or more grandchildren that she raised at any given time. However, due to medical problems, that dream would not be a reality for me. Consequently, two children were all we were allotted. Nevertheless, we were blessed with two wonderful sons.

The vision of having grandchildren was fulfilled when our oldest son was 39 years old and he and our daughter-in-law gifted us with a beautiful grandson.  Since we first saw him at five days old, he has been our treasure. With dark expressive eyes, dimples, and  an enchanting smile, he is delightful.  The first time he said the word, “Gammah,” I melted. Our favorite activity when I visit him is to go for long walks in the red wagon we gave him for his second birthday. We sing songs and we point out to each other all the wonderful things that we see along our walk.

So “G” is for Gammah. In this post, I share with the little tyke that calls me by that moniker all the things I will for him in his life.

Dear GS,

If I were I to write a lyrical narrative about you, I would want to begin by describing all the times that I lulled you to sleep while rocking you gently in my arms. Rocking was always a favorite time with your daddy and your uncle when they were young. I cherished those times as I sang them lullabies. And now, your Grandpa and I are blessed with you, our dear grandson, and we have the joy of recreating anew that lovely ritual.  I wish for you a lifetime of loved ones to hold you gently, lulling within you a sense of peace and well-being.

If I were to continue sharing with you a lyrical narrative, I would share with you all the songs that I sang to you, your father, and his brother. One of them, the song of a delicate white flower that has the power to bless one’s land – Edelweiss. May your land be blessed with people who always display generosity toward their neighbors and understanding of the richness of diversity.

If I were to write more of a lyrical narrative,  I would remind you of what a caring, empathetic soul you are and that you have the ability to influence others in wonderful ways. May you always exercise the Good. And, if I were to continue a lyrical narrative about you, I would commend you for your boundless energy. May you use that energy to create and never to destroy.

If I were to comment on others in a lyrical narrative about you, I would ask you to remember four things, above all. Firstly, your father is a strong, yet sensitive man and you can learn from him how to make the world a better place while also teaching a youngster like you how to be a good human being. Secondly, your mother has given you the gift of caring for others and the ability to always see the positive in others and in the world. I hope that you use those gifts to bring the same happiness to others. Third, your Gampa loves you “the whole world and up to the sky, and more than that!” As you grow, even if it seems he doesn’t always remember, he will never, ever, forget the love he has for you. Finally, your Gammah wishes for you the gifts of stories and songs. Stories to ignite your spirit  and songs to lull you to sleep when you are weary.

G is for Gammah.

Photo by Emiliomtz03 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z (2016)  Challenge. Click here. to see all of the blogs in the A to Z Challenge

4 thoughts on “G is for “Gammah”

  1. So sweet to read this; I hope you share it with him when he is a bit older 🙂 We became grandparents for the first time right after Valentine’s Day; we’re smitten with our little grandson and wonder what he will choose to call us. Our daughter (aunt to our grandson) called my hubby’s parents, when seeing a picture of them at our house, “Meemaw and Papa” and those names stuck all their lives.

    Enjoy!

    betty
    http://viewsfrombenches.blogspot.com/

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