Definition Essay On Grandmother

“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild” -Welsh proverb. The unbreakable bond between a grandmother and grandchild begins with the birth of the child. Each day as the child grows bigger and bigger, so does the bond and love between the two. For the rest of their lives together, the grandmother longs to love and teach her grandchild everything possible. Every grandchild has a special name for their grandmother and for me her name is Grammy. Just like a name, each grandmother has special qualities that their grandchildren love about them. Since a baby, I have always loved the sense of humor that Grammy has. On the days that my mom would go to work, Grammy would come down from Long Island to watch me. One day she had

In eighth grade, I had some troubles with one of my good friends from my group. I would call her up after school just to cry out all of my emotions, just to hear her soothing and concerning voice to calm me down. She would tell me that I’m capable of finding new friends and to forget about the old ones, but I didn’t know if I could do either of those things. She would reassure me of doing both and then tell me a funny story from when she had troubles with her friends. The story would lead into the core purpose of staying strong and working your way through anything you set your mind to. Eventually, things did work out between my friend and I, but I know that during that whole process, I could hear Grammy in the back of my head reminding me of her

One year for my parent’s anniversary, they decided to go out of town on a small vacation and leave my sisters and I home with Grammy. One afternoon we tried coming up with something for us to do, so I had suggested sliding down the foyer stairs while inside a sleeping bag. Of course everyone loved the idea and wanted to try it out, including Grammy. As we walked up the steps, the anticipation began to build and I became filled with eagerness. Since I had suggested the idea, I got to go first so I set myself up on the steps. Between counting down from five to one and sliding down the steps at the speed of light, I had already hit the bottom before I could blink. I had then brought the sleeping bag back up to the top for Grammy to go next. I could tell her nervousness set in a bit, but nothing was going to stop her from sliding down those stairs with us. We slowly counted backwards to one and she took off flying down the stairs faster than we had counted down her departure. As Grammy came to the last couple of stairs, she had realized that the sleeping bag slowing down could not be an option no matter how much she tried to stop it. Within a second, she had landed at the bottom of the steps and flew directly into the front door. My sisters and I all stopped and stared for a second or two to collect what had just happened, but before we could say anything Grammy rolled over on her back and began to laugh