Compare and Contrast Grandparents' Importance

Growing up trying to deal with the everyday problems and still trying to enjoy life, but forgetting to sit down and talk to their child about their day at school. Paying attention to the things they like to wear, eat and knowing their favorite color. Missing out on all those possessions causes a big gap to form and leave lost memories of what should have been. Grandparents picks up the slack with their grandchildren after learning from their mistakes with their

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

When I was younger, I grew up with four grandparents who I could spend time with. As I started to grow older, my grandparents started to deteriorate. My grandmother developed Alzheimer’s, and more specifically dementia. I remember one day at my beach house when I was talking to her, she asked me who I was because she couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember her own grandson. She started to lose all her memory and she had difficulty hearing and speaking. It got to a point where there was no way of communicating with her, and we wondered if she even knew who her own family was. She went through this deterioration for upwards of 5 years, and I it got to a point where I forgot what she was like before she developed the mental disease. I would watch

My grandparents have a lot of characters that I love about them. They are kind, loving, caring, giving, friendly, and generous. Ammachi and Appacha are so kind and loving because they ask how I’m doing and give me hugs when I leave. Ammachi also comforts me when I’m sad and makes delicious food for me when I’m hungry, while Appacha helps me with word search puzzles. My grandparents make sure that I am comfortable, welcome me into the house, and ask how I’ve been

Kids like me now have a family, have more than enough food, go to school, and don’t do work at a young age. If some were to ask me “Who had it harder” I’d say the kids during the Great War did. During our modern kids like me wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come back from school to eat more food, go on a social media like Instagram, have conversations with friends, and sleep peacefully. Compared to how hard kids during the Great War lived to work and survived, you can already tell that kids during this time have it easier. We don’t realize how much better we have it and always groan about having it difficult. Us kids, during this time, always complain on how we don’t want to go to school when kids during the Great War would complain about not going to school. Kids back then were stronger and endured many things. Some of those kids, from then, could even be our grandparents/great-grandparents, who lived, to this very day and we should appreciate how they survived throughout the Great War.

Along with being supportive, my grandpa is one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever my family needs help with anything he is the first person we call because we know that if anyone can do it, or is willing to do it, it’s him. My dad owns a landscaping and plowing business, so he is always wearing down his trucks, causing them to break down a lot. Papa is always up to the challenge of fixing them, even though he never has to. One thing that is really important to him is family, he has always, always put family first.

Often time’s grandparents raising grandchildren face many challenges that are not easy for them to deal with. However, grandparents raise their grandkids willingly

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

Most of my grandfathers had fought in wars. Two of them fought side by side in the Vietnam War and my great grandfathers took part in World War II. My great grandparents never lived to tell me their experiences at war. I doubt they would tell me, as the thoughts may bring back scarring memories they had hoped to forget.

Carole B. Cox explains the importance of focus to the needs and concerns of these grandparents that are increasingly growing and becoming more known and the lack of services that address this group’s unique strengths and abilities to cope with any and all problems that they may face while caring for their grandchildren such as: their own physical health, increase of depression and insomnia, economic costs, low incomes, discrimination already present due to history, communication within the family, behavioral problems, and legal and entitlement issues. A study was conducted to see if a program that focused on providing these grandparents with a way to become more empowered in their role as custodial parents in strengthening their parenting skills,

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

We need grandparents to pray for their kids and grandkids. We need families to be raised in Christ and to be a light on earth. Our duty is to prove to many generations to come that God our Father is the answer. We need God to get ahold of our families. We do not want lazy parents who care less what their kids are

Great-Grandma is indispensably loving towards her family. She used to come to the great grandkids birthday parties but, when you are 95, you can’t always get out to go places. Great-Grandma appreciates family inviting her and Great-Grandpa to meals at the grandkids house. Also, she loves her husband Clayton James. They have been married 75 years this past December. Great-Grandma has been going to church her whole life. She grew up in a christian family with parents and grandparents who were strong believers.

For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.

Of course you always hear people talking about how great their grandmother or grandfather are, I too feel the same way about my grandmother. I see her as more than my grandmother, she’s a role mole, my best friend and also like a sister when I need her. She’s always been a loving and caring person. Not for only her friends and family, but also strangers. People she has never met a day in her life she would be willing to go give her last too. You don’t find to many people like her too often.