Over at dVerse Poets Pub, the poetics prompt earlier this week was ‘privilege’. This is a pretty frequent topic of discussion in our household. Everyday, we hear or read something that spurs this discussion on.
What is privilege? And the hows and whys of it as well. And I am glad that our kids do recognize that we do have privileges that so many people around the world unfortunately do not have (sometimes because of where they are and at others because of who they are, among a host of other reasons that should not exist).
Why do I say I am glad for that? So they use that recognition and whine less when they hear a no from me for something they want! But jokes apart, it is true and recognizing what each of us has and doesn’t helps us in working towards making our lives and those of others around us better each and every day.
But today I am not talking about ‘privilege’ in that scenario. Mine is much simpler, and sweeter. It is the warm, wonderful, sweet privilege of having grandparents who dote on you, grandparents to dote on (and I truly wish I had done more of that).
I consider myself privileged to have grown up knowing and spending lots of time with both sets of grandparents. My maternal grandmom was part of my kids’ lives as well and she passed away last year.
I am glad that my kids have had that privilege as well. While we have bid a sad farewell to both of their grandfathers, their grandmoms continue to cherish and spoil them! And that is wonderful indeed..
To grandparents, (mine and my kids’)
to sweet privileges that span across ages
to stories of yore from their memory-store
to stories of youth, some fiction some truth
to love to bask in, to cherishing and spoiling
to memories to treasure, forever and ever
– Vidya Tiru
Linking to ABC Wednesday for the letter G.