I attended a work party over the weekend and had the pleasure of sitting with three lovely ladies. I shamelessly promoted my novel, Gone But Not Missed, prior to dinner being served.
One told us the volume of gifts her children receive and how she’s requested her children’s grandmother spend a day with them instead of going broke on presents. I agreed.
My grandmother gave me lots of gifts, but I only remember two of them. One was because I almost knocked my front teeth out when I hugged her. The second because I was less then gracious when I received it. What do I remember about my Nana? I remember making brownies with her, her allowing me ice cream for lunch when she’d take me out, and fighting over the last mushroom in the gravy at holiday dinners.
Just a thought to all the grandmothers out there. (For the mothers reading, the kids – no matter the age- still want gifts:)