Bidding adieu to grandchildren.

GV Rama Rao By GV Rama Rao, 12th Jan 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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When grandchildren visit us once a year, it is difficult to bid them farewell when they leave us. Grandchildren, more than children, evoke strong emotions in us.

Bidding adieu to grandchildren.

BIDDING ADIEU TO GRANDCHILDREN.
Today I went to the airport to bid adieu to my grand children who after filling one month of my life with tons of joy and happiness were returning to their home and hearth. When the eldest of all kissed me, tears started welling up, and I tried my best to keep them in check. When the second, a girl said, “Bye Bye partner” and kissed me profusely on both cheeks, the tears were on the edge of my eyelids. All my faculties stretched to full capacity to control the tears and not to make me look a sentimental old fellow. But when the toddler of one and half got into my lap and waved, “Ta Ta Tatha (grandpa)” all my resolution broke down. The tears rolled down, not in trickles but torrents. Soon it was a deluge. I couldn’t care less what the public thought of me and hugged the little fellow. Without even a few words in his vocabulary, he stole my heart and left a large void in my heart and life. As they checked into the security counter, I was a picture of an old man bursting away at seams and crying his heart out. I was not sure when I would meet them again. Thatha the only Telugu word may pass out of their vocabulary. Thatha himself may ride into the sunset of his life and oblivion. The possibilities are immense in this uncertain life.
For the last one month, I was listening to the sweetest music whenever anyone of them called me Thatha. They often ordered me to perform tasks, which I thought were beyond my physical prowess. I assumed many roles of a pony, horsy, a wizard, magician, sweet dispenser, race starter, arbitrator to solve conflicts among themselves, a raconteur, a computer wizard etc. I enjoyed playing all those roles and played them happily to the best of my abilities.
Their Ammamma (grandma) every day asked them as to what they wanted for meals and prepared them catering for all their tastes and preferences and feeding them. She added love to each spoonful. The kids who used to trouble their Mommy used to eat without a murmur of protest and enjoyed every morsel. They used to sit on the dining table like maharajahs and order their Ammamma to bring something or other of their choice. Poor Ammamma complied with every demand no matter what trouble it involved. Today she is uncontrollable and sobbing away as she doesn’t know when they will make another trip to India and whether she would be there to provide all the delicacies to her grandchildren.
Time, the so called eminent healer, is also cruel. When my grand children visit us next time they would be older, more westernized and forget even the single Telugu word they know now. We are bound to age further and may not be agile enough to play games with them. I wish there was some mechanism to freeze the time and our age. Why did HG wells not take a patent for his Time Machine? Why didn’t the whiz kids of computers come up with a gadget to enable us to go back and forth in time? I wondered.
When I returned home, I found the servants clearing the mess and rearranging the house. The sofas used for several games like hide and seek and springboard diving etc looked like ship wrecks. The carpets had many holes made by the kids wielding forks and knifes. The walls once shining now had several abstract paintings that would have given Picasso a run for his money. The glass cases in the cabinet enclosing several collector’s pieces and souvenirs that I had collected from various parts of the world were in pieces. Even the computer monitor had abstract art painted diligently with marker pens. The house was in a complete but a blissful mess. When the servants started the damage control process, I shouted at the top of my voice “NO” startling everyone. I wanted all those marks and damages to stay for a year. I wanted to savour the moments of value time I’d spent with my grandchildren. If my guests or visitors thought I was running a house which looked like a battlefront with many casualties, so be it, I thought. A broken artefact can be replaced, a ruined carpet discarded, a damaged computer replaced, but the void in the heart and its angst can neither be repaired nor treated.
I slumped down on the sofa, and the sounds of silence disturbed me to no end. I felt an enormous disconnect with the entire world. For the last one month, the house was reverberating with peals of laughter, and shrieks of excitement which I could still hear echoing faintly from the walls. All those noises got muted as though someone had switched off the power supply to the entire system. The whole house was like a silent chamber with the silence overpowering and pushing me into an unknown abyss.
As I proceeded to my bedroom, heartsick, I passed the puja (prayer) room. I could see even God seemed to be shedding tears copiously.

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Abstact Art, Adding Love, Blissful Mess, Emotions, Freeze The Age, Freeze The Time, Grandchildren, Many Roles, Prayer Room, Sounds Of Silence, Strong Love, Tears, Telugu Words

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
I am a retired naval officer and a published author with three books to my credit. I am a winner of nanowrimo competition for 2008,9, &10. I like humor best..

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author avatar Denise O
12th Jan 2012 (#)

I am crying right along with you. Oh how I so understand. I am a Grandma and I still have our only grandson's (Tristan, 19 months old) tent up in my living room. He left Monday morning. I am not ready to take it down yet and since I am lucky to have my grandson just a few miles away, he will be back this Sunday and it might not be taken down at all. My heart aches for you, I know how I miss Tristan the moment he leaves out our door. To know your grandson lives far away, it only makes my heart ache even more for you. When we become grandparents, we have learned by this time, to 'really' stop and take them 'all' in. Tristan has yet to call me by name (as your grandson does) but, when he does, oh geesh, it will just put me over the top. All I know is, when my daughter and her husband start their family, they need to move closer to me, as we are now 2000 miles apart. By the way, I wish my daughter & her husband was here, even if they do not come with a grandchild. Your grandchildren will take more from you than you can even imagine. I had very brief times with my grandparents in my life but, I soaked up all I could from them. I am sure your grandson has done the same. This was a well written, deep from the heart and the true feelings of being someone's fantastic Tatha. Thank you for sharing my friend.:)

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author avatar Sheila Newton
12th Jan 2012 (#)

Super article. I SO wish I had grandchildren to call me 'nanna' - that would be wonderful.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
13th Jan 2012 (#)

My dear Denise O,
Many thanks for your comment. It's strange we feel more for the grandchildren than the children. It's such a nice feeling to be a grandparent. It's beyond words. Wishing you happy moments with Tristan.

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author avatar Denise O
13th Jan 2012 (#)

Having Tristan is like having my son all over again. Only this time, I have been there before. I am more confident, I have learned from the few mistakes I feel I made with my kids. I also just love doing some of the same wonderful things with him, as I did with his father. We also do not have their parents worries.
Basically, I feel...this is not our first rodeo and also, we love them grandchildren because, we have had so much love for our own, in the first place. Thank you for your kind words. I am wishing you a very short time before you see yours again.:)

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
13th Jan 2012 (#)

My dear Sheila Newton,
Many thanks for your appreciation.With best wishes, RR.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
13th Jan 2012 (#)

My dear Denise O,
I am waiting for the schools to close for summer break. Many thanks for your comment. I agree with you fully.

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author avatar Buzz
13th Jan 2012 (#)

I realize what a doting grandfather you are, GV. Heartwarming article.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
13th Jan 2012 (#)

Buzz,
Thanks for your comment.

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author avatar ittech
16th Jan 2012 (#)

good share informative :)

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
16th Jan 2012 (#)

My dear ittech,
Thanks for your comment.

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author avatar Songbird B
5th Feb 2012 (#)

This incredibly beautiful page is so full of love and joy for your precious grandchildren GVR. You have written many fine articles, but this has to be one of your very best...

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
6th Feb 2012 (#)

My dear Songbird B,
Many thanks for your appreciation.

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