Oh, the magic of grandparenthood! It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words, isn’t it? You’ve captured it beautifully.
Before I became a grandparent, just like you, I thought my heart was full to bursting with love for my children. Every milestone, every challenge, every moment was etched into my soul. I poured everything I had into raising them, and the love I felt was a force of nature.
Then, my grandchild arrived. And it was like discovering a hidden room in my heart, a room filled with pure, unadulterated joy. There’s a lightness to it, a carefree delight that’s different from the all-consuming love you have for your own children.
It’s true, there’s no pressure of daily discipline, no constant worry about every little thing. You get to be the fun one, the one who whispers secrets and indulges in silly games. You’re the purveyor of extra treats and the safe haven for whispered worries.
For me, the difference lies in the perspective. With my children, I was building their future, guiding them through the complexities of life. It was a hands-on, deeply involved kind of love. But with my grandchildren, I get to savor the present moment. I get to witness their wonder and joy without the weight of responsibility.
It’s a love that’s just as profound, but it’s seasoned with wisdom and a sense of detachment. I can appreciate the fleeting moments of childhood with a deeper understanding, knowing how quickly they pass.
It’s like watching a beautiful play unfold, knowing you’ve played your part in setting the stage, but now you get to sit back and enjoy the performance.
And yes, absolutely, I feel the same! It’s a love that’s both familiar and utterly new, a gift that keeps on giving. It’s a love that proves the heart truly does have endless room to grow.
He was a real American. Famous country singer found dead this morning at his home in Texas.
Kinky Friedman, known for his satirical and often provocative style, has passed away at 79. A post on his social media announced, “Kinky Friedman stepped on a rainbow at his beloved Echo Hill surrounded by family & friends. Kinkster endured tremendous pain & unthinkable loss in recent years but he never lost his fighting spirit and quick wit. Kinky will live on as his books are read and his songs are sung.”
Richard Samet “Kinky” Friedman earned a cult following for his unique take on country and Western music. He released numerous albums, starting with “Sold American” in 1973, a record that laid the foundation for his career. Known as the “governor of the heart of Texas,” he even toured with Bob Dylan during the “Rolling Thunder Revue” and made history as the “first full-blooded Jew” to perform at the Grand Ole Opry.
Apart from his musical endeavors, Friedman was a prolific writer. He wrote detective novels and contributed as a columnist for Texas Monthly. He also ventured into politics, running for Governor of Texas in 2006 with the campaign slogan “My Governor is a Jewish Cowboy,” securing 12.6 percent of the votes among six candidates.
Born in Chicago and raised in Texas, Friedman studied psychology at the University of Texas at Austin. His passion for music led him to form King Arthur & the Carrots and later Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys. He described the latter as a “country band with a social conscience, a demented love child of Lenny Bruce and Bob Wills.”
Reflecting on his life, Friedman once wrote, “Somewhere in heaven, I’m sure there’s a quiet corner with a big easy chair, a bright floor lamp, a big stack of biographical books, and a few old dogs wagging their tails to the faint smell of cigar smoke.”
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