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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.

Yesterday I went to the mall and we came across a store with geodes in the window. It was one of those healing crystal stores that say they can help you sleep or something (idk) but me and my grandpa went in because they had cool rocks and if that isn’t generational autism I don’t know what is.

I got a moss agate and a dragons blood jasper 😊

P.S. I also lost my grandma in a gacha store for a few minutes

I just spent like two hours explaining adhd with my brother to my grandparents (on to side of my family that doesn’t have it everywhere) and holy shitttt am I exhausted. Like I have adhd, both my brothers have adhd and so do a few of my cousins some aunts and uncles probably my gramma and maybe as well my great uncle and probably more as that is all on only one side of my family where it’s just highly concentrated at this point. But anyways that is not the point, the point is that trying to have a conversation with two neurotypicals as two neurodivergents about adhd is so fricking frustrating. So like at times my nana would interrupt my brother or get off topic about something and my brother and I would just look at each other like ‘seriously SERIOUSLY!?!???’ because we can’t just go back to the original conversation after getting side tracked that is literally not possible for us. Or at times she would get really focus on interest and being motivated by that and we were struggling to explain how interest is a factor but now I huge part in like studying for exams for example. (please note my mum, who is the not adhd sibling of her generation, is also trying to help explain this) Or also she, still my nana, got really caught up on how it must be that we can't focus because we can't see how it will immediately affect our futures when studying, which noooo we can see we just can't do anything to make ourselves study or be interested. and my grandpa was better about not interupting he did get kinda confused about if my brother (who doesn’t have an official diagnosis, the other brother and I do) was self diagnosing and how can we be sure if he does have adhd. And at this point when both of his sibling do, at least one cousin, two aunts and uncles and probably more family has it and adhd being known to be hereditary, you kinda get to know the symptoms well and can look at someone and go  ‘oh yeah you’ve got this and this and this and oh that too and this over here and oh yeah your life had kinda fallen apart a bit after high school yeah maybe you do have adhd’ so nope we maybe be ‘self diagnosing’ but when we’re also working for a diagnosis and know it that well its really not in the same category.

(and yes I know that they don’t know about this and are just trying to understand and look out for us but despite having grace to them in conversation that doesn’t make it any less frustrating. and im also only mentioning the more annoying/frustrating things here)

StepMom

Today is the third Women’s March and with a weekend of protests and discussions looking at the complexity of the issues in the United States, certain films handle them well. As it is the Women’s March, that deals with the complexity of all issues related to those marginalized, a movie that brilliantly strokes the complications of life, is Stepmom.

I don’t know how well-known this film is for sure, but I don’t believe it is. Stepmom ranks as a great film about women and life not because of the large issues of life and death and new family, but the smaller, nuanced issues that blanket the film. Susan Sarandon’s character and Julia Roberts’ both represent women at opposite ends of the spectrum in the bigger understandings of how they act and their priorities but also in how they react, how they communicate, how they think things out and how they adapt. The film reminds viewers that there is a spectrum to people and our relationships with one another. Men and women, parents, children and grandchildren.

PS-- Thou, Julia Roberts’ line about how she's afraid the daughter will want her mother with her on her wedding day is fucking ridiculous, if she’s nothing thinking about her mother, she’s psychotic. 

"he's doing his exercises, he's a good boy" -my grandmother, about my grandfather..

"pretty soon i'll be 80...and im losing my balances and my brains" -my maternal grandfather

my seeya>>>

My Grandson... #grandchild #grandchildren #grandson #grandpa with youngest of #grandsons #grandparents #babyboy (at Citrus Heights, California)

My mother’s parents. Both so beautiful.

My grandparents at (her) senior prom. South Side High School. Memphis, TN. 1954. They both look so beautiful.

My father’s parents, when they had just graduated high school. This must’ve been in the mid 1950s, Memphis. They were very much in love. I would love to have a love like theirs.

STORYTIME

So i'm at my grandparents house in canada and my grandma was talking abt the Stratford, Ontario festival and she said "It's their 77 year anniversary" And my grandpa is like "Oh it's older than me" And before i can check myself i reply to this balding wispy white haired man with knobbly knees and say "Finally something is older than you" 😭😭