This is one of my most cherished photos.
There is nothing I love more than reading to my grandchildren. Second to that, I love buying them books. Books they will love to read and I will love reading to them. I should not go to a bookstore with my credit card. Amazon and Chapters have me on “speed dial” Perusing used book stores is one of my favourite pastimes. You never know when you will find a treasure.
“The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination”
I received my love of reading from my parents. I can still see, hear and experience my dad reading Anne of Green Gables or Little House on the Prairie at night in bed with me. I remember the hours I spent in our local library. As an introverted child my favourite pastime was getting lost in a book.
I know that all my childhood reading shaped the adult I am today. It opened a world that was infinite. It gave me a new level of consciousness by exposing me to the wisdom of all times and places. It gave me a profound awareness of myself and where I could fit in this great cosmos. I could ask questions, I could learn. Reading created empathy. It created the way I think.
“I think in a time like ours, where so much of the public discourse tells us that we are antagonistic, that we’re separate, fiction is a wonderful way to remind ourselves that actually that’s a lie.”
If you can do one thing as grandparent that will change the world, read to your grandchildren every chance you can. Buy them books; picture books, fiction, non fiction. Read to them. Talk to them about what they are reading. Make them life longer learners, create young people who can communicate globally and they will change the world. Job well done!
(if you are not a grandparent, find a literacy program and volunteer, everyone deserves the gift of literacy)
“Remember that a
man’s grandma’s name is to him her the sweetest and most important sound in the English any language.”
I have been called many things in my life. I was named Melodie because my oldest sister wanted to name her first baby girl Melodie. I was born very late in my parents life and I am sure my mom was so surprised that she hadn’t the foggiest idea what to name me. My oldest sister had a baby boy the next year. I have always loved my name because it was different and even spelled in an unusual way. My nieces and nephews as well as a younger sister that quickly piled up after me could not say Melodie and I was called Nonie for a long time.
People like to shorten names and even though I sign my name Melodie and introduce myself as Melodie certain people call me Mel. It’s annoying but I have learned to live with it.
When my first grandchild was born I thought that maybe I would like her to call me Nonie. I didn’t see myself as grandma. My daughter married an Italian and his parents would be called Nona and Nono. My daughter thought that might be confusing so she proposed Mimi. I loved it! It suited my sensibility and tickled my funny bone. Perfect for the grandmother I hoped to be.
It was easy for Giorgia (Gigi) to say. So Gigi and Mimi became inseparable. After Giorgia came her brother Gianluca and then my son’s daughter Stella. Mimi’s world expanded exponentially.
When Giorgia now almost 6 and no longer Gigi says Mimi, I know it will be an exciting conversation; full of all the things she is learning. It will be about her art, her dance, her music or the joy of kindergarten. It will be Mimi…did you know….? I will be enthralled.
Gianluca not quite 2 thinks I live in my iPhone. This is where we communicate the most. He loves to just pick up his mom’s phone and say “haaallo MIMI! I lub you! I am thrilled to get his messages and just imagine his mischievous face.
Bless today’s technology.
Stella 10 1/2 months said Mimi to me for the first time today. My heart melted. My daughter in law taught it to her this week. Best present ever. (note to daughter in-laws)
No matter what others call me, knowing that my name is spoken in love by those I cherish the most is all that matters. May I live up to Mimi!