Gifts for Mom, Grandparents, Besties and YOU🎄 ➔

On a recent afternoon at the playground with my daughters, I met a wonderful grandmother whom her grandsons called “Nana.” As I observed her watching over and playing with her grandchildren, I couldn’t help but marvel at who she was.

“Nana, watch this!”

“I’m watching–you’ve got this!”

“Was that super cool, Nana?”

“You betcha!”

“Nana, I can’t do it.”

“Yes you can, dear, you just have to keep trying and stay positive.”

She was kind and encouraging. Uplifting and motivating.

She had an answer to every question and a smile that never left her face. 

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By the end of the afternoon, we found ourselves playing giant frisbee together, my daughters and I, along with her and her two grandsons. She was even great at Frisbee! 

As we drove home, I fought back tears as I reflected on our playground adventure. This nana was special. She was everything my grandmothers were.

And now, as a granddaughter whose grandmothers are in Heaven, I’d like to think this was their way of saying hello and spending an afternoon with me and their great-granddaughters. 

Because grandmothers are special.

And God has a unique hold on those who are promoted to grandmother–especially when they reside in Heaven. 

Grandmothers are a constant source of comfort and love. 

Grandmothers are always positive and full of unyielding support. 

They are unbelievably knowledgeable and always have an answer to all of your questions.

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They find a way to take away your struggles and your sorrows and bring back joy. 

They are dependable, consistent, and faithful.

Because a grandmother’s love is neverending. 

And though my grandmothers may live in Heaven, I know they still love me and watch over me. Because today they showed me. And I am forever grateful for their presence.

And thank you to the amazing nana at the park.

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Jen Feener

Jen Feener is a wife, mother, public school teacher, travel concierge, and children’s author. Born and raised in Massachusetts, she spends her time playing with her daughters, exploring nature, crafting and making messes in the kitchen. Seeking the adventure in each day, she strives to capture that adventure in her writing.

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