Dear Grandmother in the store at Target today,
I heard you say to your grandson in the dish soap aisle, “Stop asking me questions.”
You were irritated. I could tell by the expression on your face and the tone of your voice.
I walked past you.
A few minutes later we were in another aisle together, your grandson pushing the cart and you looking for something. I went around the corner, maybe you didn’t think I could hear you, but I did.
You said to him, “You are irritating me. I wish you weren’t here.”
Then you walked around the corner and saw me.
I pushed my cart straight down the aisle, you were at the end of it.
You knew I heard you. We kept eye contact as I walked towards you.
“How special you get to spend time with your grandson,” I said.
“I see him every day. He is a handful.”
“The words you say to him, will encourage him and let him know he is loved.”
“I had to pick him up from school early.”
“You are so fortunate. My mother lives in Canada and she didn’t get to see my children grow up. Your words will make a difference in how he feels about himself. You get to give him kind words.”
Then I walked away. I heard her say, in a kinder voice, “Come here, sweetie.”
May no child ever feel unloved.
Words can heal and words can wound.
I love you.
You are a wonderful grandmother.
I wish we lived closer.
You are to my children the grandmother I wish I had.
Love your kid.
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