I want to be the kind of grandma who listens when my grandchildren speak. I want them to know that they are important to me and that I believe in them and that I pray every day for them.

I want to be the kind of grandma who plays games with them. My hope is also to keep myself in good enough shape that I can run and play with them and not just rock in a rocking chair.

I want to be the kind of grandma that tells their grandchildren stories about cool things I have seen God do. I want them to know that He is real, and He answers prayers. I want them to know that Jesus is the One who informs how I live my life every day.

I want to be a grandma that can bake with their grandchildren when I have the opportunity. I want to be able to bake buns for them and buy nice presents- not necessarily expensive, but ones that they would like. This is not easy to do, as some of them are pretty hard to please. I do listen to what their parents suggest though. I check with them when I have an idea. At least this way, I know if it is a great idea.

I will never speak badly of their parents to them. I still remember my grandmother telling me when I was about 8 years old that my dad was “no good”. I will never do that.

I want to be the kind of grandma that when God decides my time is up, my grandchildren will be sad and want to come to my funeral even if they are teenagers by then with some great plans for the that day. I don’t want their parents to have to beg them to be there.

I want my life to matter to them. I want them to know without a second thought, “my grandma loves me and I am important to her.”

We can’t all bake, nor run, but we can all love well. We can all choose our words wisely. We can all listen when they talk. Stop when they are showing us the same dandelions for the fourth time. We can pass on to them what we believe to be true. For me, it is my faith in Jesus. I want them to know that without Jesus, I would be lost.

Be the best grandma you can be. It is one thing, no one else can do for you.