My grandfather was a brave man, of humble soul and mischievous air, in his skin you could count years of work, however, his hand always seemed soft to me when he accompanied me to school, there are many memories that sleep in the refuge of my heart, especially your wise counsel, of which I speak every day.
Our generations may have been very different, it is possible that those years when our grandparents built the foundations of their lives had other winds and voices than ours, our present brand for them different stimuli and new fashions, however, the essences remain the same. Therefore, his legacy of wisdom whispered through long walks next to a cup of hot chocolate remains just as valuable.
- Grandparents shape this emotional and meaningful anchor on which it is always good to return.
- We know that our mothers and fathers are a whole “arsenal” in terms of advice and guidelines that we always appreciate; however.
- Evoking these conversations of the past with our grandparents is like opening a silent air door that we always like to return to.
- Because we are an unrecoverable nostalgia.
Maybe it was because they had no explicit obligation to “educate,” to set rules. Grandparents accompany and encourage these relaxed discoveries that in a child’s mind are always so receptive. All this explains why, even if we look at the world through an adult glasses, we place the rearview mirror in front of the roots of our childhood.
Here are a few tips many of our grandparents gave us at some point
One of the wise counsel left to us by our grandparents is to have a humble mindset and heart, they were the mediators of many of our sibling fights, they erased our tensions when we were angry with other children and, patiently, encouraged us. lower our egos in those years when everything seemed unfair to us.
There were many afternoons in which, guided by the hands of our grandparents, we discovered for the first time the cycles of the Earth.
We walk along leafy trails in autumn and enter these forests where morning dew changed the landscape in winter, we understand that between planting and harvesting requires rain, fertilizers and patience, that trees live longer than men and that we still cut them. , far from worshipping them like gods.
Our grandparents taught us to love animals, to look at them without changing their natural environment and to understand that it is a world that does not belong to us, the earth is just a place of passage that we must respect as living beings that we are. .
Nobody likes to read because of someone else’s taxes. We read a book out of curiosity, pleasure, imitation, a valuable advice our grandparents gave us is to have fun in a sea of letters, to dream of open eyes, immersed in the pages of a book.
They encouraged us to travel the world in 80 days, conquer mysterious islands and exalt ourselves as heroes of forgotten kingdoms in balloons and submarines. Books are the legacy we discovered by leaving a gift on the table. They offered us a shelter where adults do not disturb and in which we became the guardians of a private world where we can always be Peter Pan.
You may never find a complicity with someone else to be yourself than your grandfather. When did our parents encourage us to be adults? And to settle down as quickly as possible, we aspire to a twist in which we could evoke our fears, anxieties and frustrations.
Adults have long made us believe that crying is something for weak children, while we still feel very young, we continue to get an wonder and cry for fear of being punished.
However, we were always able to count on the best comfort of our grandparents. The message is nothing, do you see now how the world will shine brighter?It always helped. We knew that we could do this, that we could cry without anyone judging us, and that after letting tears flow, things took a different perspective.
In our eyes we deserved everything we wanted, far from pampering ourselves, what our grandparents achieved was to give us encouragement, safety and courage, put magic in our pockets and a couple of wings on our backs to serve all this to give us courage through a sincere love that leaves marks on our hearts and minds.
Perhaps that is why, when at some point we reach an abyss at the crossroads of our lives, we remember the advice of our grandparents, we remember that we have wings. That even if no one sees them, they are there, it is enough to put your hand in our pockets so that magic gives us encouragement, to remember that nothing is impossible.