I grew up with the most remarkable grandparents. I’m sure everyone says that. Somehow, it’s probably true for each of us.
Grandparents who cheered us on from the sidelines during netball or football games. Who snuck us lollies when our parents weren’t looking. Who told us funny stories of nostalgia, about the days we weren’t alive for, or were too young to remember. Who read us copious amounts of books. Who filled our bellies with so much food. Who often bent the rules, because mums and dads are “too strict these days”.
Grandparents who were our biggest, strongest fans. Our fiercest protectors. Who never said a bad word about us – or anyone for that matter. Grandparents who were giddy with excitement upon hearing our latest school results, or meeting our first partners. Who beamed with happiness whenever we walked through their front door. Who just wanted us to settle down and give them great-grandchildren already.