I came home crying.
Grandparent's Day was coming up. I had no one to invite to school.
When I was in elementary school, we had various school events where we could invite different people to have lunch with us at school. Mother's Day, Father's Day, Grandparent's Day, Special Person's Day.... among others.
We usually made gifts for those various people and presented them at lunch. (my mom still has pretty much everything I've ever made for her, and I love going through those boxes!)
When Grandparent's Day rolled around, every year, I'd cry. I didn't have grandparents! My mom would come that day. (or Dad, since they weren't invited for Mother's or Father's Day.)
Why weren't they invited? Because they were Mom and Dad, and I had a Mothers and a Fathers to celebrate those days with.
Yep, that's right. I would rush home with my Fathers Day creations and go right to my grandparents house. (It wasn't until I was older that I figured out I actually had grandparents!) You see, I called them Mothers and Fathers. Everyone knows them by those names as well. For 30 years, when you are called a name, people know it.
I am the oldest grandchild, and I started the names. Mom wanted them to be called Grandmother and Grandfather (she has a bottled up Victorian princess in her soul). So when we'd go see them, she'd tell me we were going to Grandmother's or Grandfather's house. I picked up the "Mothers" and "Fathers".
It stuck.
And that's why I cried on Grandparent's Day, and my Mothers Day and Fathers Day has no apostrophe! I mean, it takes someone pretty special to get a whole holiday just for them!
Happy Fathers Day <3
You are loved and missed, every day!
Thank you, Fathers and Dad, for all the wonderful memories we made!!
One of my favorite photos of me and Fathers
(Mothers has had this filmstrip on her fridge for as long as I can remember)
And here's one of my favorite photos of me and my Dad
(instagrammed, of course :) the original print is on my fridge)
