Grandparents - Blog Posts

Another drawing :D about grandparents

Floral Grandparent

GalleryID: Shnoognfire18

20x20

$72,842

3 bath, 2 bed

traits: Child's Play and Great Soil

Some people are better with kids that they only see once In a blue moon ... some of these people are grandparents. While children frequent this house a cat is the closest thing to a child permanent resident in this home.

You know what, shout out to my grandma for teaching me the basics of almost everything I know, she's literally the coolest lady ever and doesn't even know it

I'm still here.

I've just been going through a lot. Grandparent passed, another in hospice, not being able to do my classwork, and finals week.

It's just a lot.

But I'm still here, hopefully, I can draw some fanart soon.

Today I felt nostalgia.

I get home from work and chat with my brother for a bit before going upstairs to shower. I lay in my bed, dozing as my sleep is interrupted by a call. My cousin, she tells me to come with her and my brother to eat at my grandparents house. I didn’t even realize my brother had left. I tie my hair up without drying it properly and walk over, annoyed and amused over the fact my brother had stolen my car, forcing me to walk in the chilly evening. When I get there, my cousin’s already left, home to nap before she goes to cheer. My brother leaves soon too, something or other he has to do that I can’t remember.

I stay with my grandma, sitting infront of the fireplace older than me. Without it the house would have frozen long ago. I listen to the sound of her cooking, lulled by her soft words. She’s cooking enough to feed my family and my cousin’s.

My grandpa comes in, tired from moving wood to their outdoor shack. I watch him eat and I’m reminded of his age, his bruised hands from slow tired blood. He goes to bring wood inside and I rush to help. He’s older now, somehow, I’m not sure when, I can carry more wood than him. After I watch them sit tired and I sweep the floor for them, cleaning the trails of dirt and wood chips.

I notice the tiles as I sweep. they’re duller then i remember. The cement in between each tile seemed more cracked than before.

I sit with my back to the hearth again, enjoying it warming my clothes and my chilled skin. My grandma sits next to me on a woven stool. I let my hair down to dry it with the heat and she ruffles it playfully. She smiles and laughs at my colored, damp hair, scolding me lightly for the dyed streaks in my dark hair.

Soon enough she drags me close to her, I sit on the ground in front of her as she rubs and scratches my back and damp head. I know that I should be doing this for her, but she always insists. Even though she’s in her chair and I’m on the ground, I’m still as tall as her, I’ve been taller than her for a while but this points it all out even stronger. She tugs my head until I’m rested in her lap. My neck cramps from the odd angle, my spine sore from the bend. My body is tense, worried about the weight I rest on her but I can’t bring myself to sit up.

It’s been so long since I’ve been held, no- doted on like this. I remember doing this as a child, the strain on my back nonexistent. I could lean on her legs with ease. Her hair was darker then, her skin less wrinkled, her hands stronger.

I still feel like a child, though. In her hands, I still feel as vulnerable and fragile as the small girl I was.

When I sit up, no longer able to stand the strain on my back, it isn’t only my bones that ache.

My hair is dry by now, and I’m not sure what I mourn as I tie it back up in its tight knot.

Today I felt nostalgia.

I often see people talk about how grandparents wanna stuff you with food constantly...

My grandad grew up in the great depression with a single mother and siblings, AND HE WAS A COOK IN THE ARMY FOR A YEAR

THE DUDE'S BEEN FEEDING ME ADULT SIZED PORTIONS CHIPS AND FRIED SALAMI ON THOSE HUGE PLATES YOU HANG ON WALLS SINCE I WAS AN INFANT

ONCE MY BROTHER STAYED THERE FOR A WEEK AND HE GAINED 20 KG

This is a very random post, but I just remembered this story my mother told me about her mother (my grandmother).

Basically, they were somewhere in France and they just had lunch in this cute little cafe and my grandmother went inside to pay. She wanted to pay with card because reasons, but back in the day, long long ago, paying with card wasn't really all that normal at the time, so she had to ask first.

The problem here is that my (Dutch) grandmother asked if she could pay with a

"card postale"

Which translated to Dutch literally means postal card (which is how you used to do credit card payments back in the day, apparently), but translated correctly means postcard.

So anyway, you have this annoyed feisty lady practically yelling that she would like to pay for her food with a postcard and a very confused waiter who tried to explain that you cannot pay with postcards for food and my grandfather who was just laughing real hard.

So long story short, my grandparents are fucking hilarious.

I always come back here to take the same photo each summer, missing it now♡

The most thing to cherish in life, is the people you love and care for.

Life 

It's my Pawpaws birthday today, say happy birthday to him :3.