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I am a grandmother! This is an experience diametrically opposed to that of motherhood. The new relationship between my grandson and me has nothing to do with his material well-being (that’s his parents’ concern), or his physical or mental development. I just know we will be friends, and it gives me hope. No one knows what he will become — a saint or a criminal, a leader or a bum — but he will always be my friend. Verena, Ottawa (Ontario) |
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Being a grandparent requires that we transcend our emotions, to find what is timidly hidden in the heart of little children from birth, and is in tune with something within us. Anne, Ladysmith (Quebec) |
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Being a grandparent means facing emotional pitfalls anew. It’s wanting to stop tears that perhaps had to flow to open a path to some unknown joy. It’s forgetting how laughter can mask distress. It’s being impatient with the emptiness which is somehow a door to inner richness. Anne, Ladysmith (Quebec) |
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© 1994 Jean-Emmanuel Allard |