My mother-in-law came for a visit recently. This was her second visit since our latest granddaughter was born. She is called Gigi by her great grandchildren. She has to travel two thousand miles to get here so her visits are infrequent. My oldest granddaughter loves Gigi, even though they have only spent a handful of times together.
I don’t remember my great-grandmother (my mother’s grandmother). All pictures, only black and white, portrayed her as severe looking. That could have been the popular pose of the time but the stories I hear about her agree with the pictures! Yikes. Even though she was alive for several years after I was born, there are no pictures of her holding me or even with us together. That is not the kind of memory I wanted my granddaughters to have.
Before Gigi arrived I made a plan to have her spend some quality time with them. Last year the oldest one was 2 1/2, we went apple picking, feed the ducks and had a picnic. This year I arranged to take both of them but on separate days so they could enjoy Gigi without competition. It worked out well. I planned a visit to the beach, lunch and shopping. Both the girls and Gigi enjoyed it.
I made sure to take pictures, then I framed one so they could put it on shelf in their room. I feel like I am documenting history. Today it might not mean much to them or their parents but when they are much older they may treasure a photograph of them and their great grandmother. I would have (especially if she was smiling!).