THE JOHANNESBURG DIARIES - YOU AND WE - #BLOGCHATTERA2Z2023

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Dearest Z and S,

This post is for you and about you, about how blessed we are to be your grandparents. We love you loads!

 Seven and four are mighty ages, dear little ones. We still remember the first time we saw you in a little covered baby carriage, chubby - cheeked and so tiny.

 Z, you came first, beautiful little baby, holding our hearts in your rose-petal hands with pink- tipped shell-like nails. We watched you grow, day by day, month by month and year by year. You were the apple of our eye, with long hair flying around, as you toddled your way into homes and malls, talking for all you were worth. We saw you grow into a little person in your own right, gentle yet forthright, absolutely transparent. 

 Today, at seven, you still hold our hearts in your little hands. You turn into Elsa and Red Riding Hood, draw and sing like an angel, read with enjoyment and do everything you want, which makes our hearts swell with joy.

S, what do I say about you? You remind us of Huckleberry Finn and the Hulk (the tiniest version possible) as you stride across life like a boss baby! Your smile endears, your words enthrall, and your antics amuse till a point when they need to be curbed. But you too hold our hearts in your hands, a determined little soul who knows how to charm a bird off a bough. Like your Nana says all the time, "Tu teen saal ka hai?" ("Are you only three?") every time you say something original, identify a song by the opening bars along with your sister, or work all the electronic devices in the house like a pro. 

 Today, as you stand in the verge of turning four, you are a little tornado, a bundle of tricks and a survivor, and we love you for your personality which screams 'Rockstar'. 

 This is a little note to tell you both how much you mean to us, and to all those who know you. As you grow, day by day, we see little traits in you which are distinctly yours, and others in which we see your parents in you. Time seems to be flying and soon you will both be frisky teenagers, and then, responsible adults with a mind of your own. May this process be one filled with joy and fulfillment, one in which you grow as naturally as saplings into trees.

 Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of the United States. Here is the copy of a letter that he wrote to his son's teacher. Every word rings with conviction. What he has said in his missive is what we wish for both of you, darling Z and S.

We will always love you and be immensely proud of you!  God bless!

Nana and Mooma


Photo Credits: Studocu

 This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z2023.

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