Recently my granddaughter, Melody, came for a visit. We had been camping (her first time) and before she left on Sunday, we were in the backyard watering the gardens and filling the bird baths. Suddenly she started crying, ran onto the deck and yelled, "you hate me!"
It turns out she had stepped on a thistle which was in front of the bird bath, and she felt that I was somehow responsible for her pain. I sat with her on the deck and assured her that I did not hate her, I loved her very much and was very sorry. I did not know the thistle was there.
What I really wanted to tell her was there is no way I could ever hate her. No matter what you do or say, I will never hate you. My love for you is so deep and wide, there almost isn't room for it. Love filled my whole being from the first moment I saw you. I wanted to always be able to protect her and make her happy even though I know that isn't possible. She saw me as her protector, and I let her down.
I will from this time forward making sure there are no thistles in my yard.
Thought for the day: A Grandmother is a Mother who has a second chance
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