My grandpa was the dearest person to me in my early years, as a child. I recall a moment when a coconut leaf accidentally fell on me, causing a tear on my cheek. My cries brought my grandpa and mother rushing to my side. I sought comfort in my grandpa’s arms, where his caring embrace soothed me profoundly. He gently laid me on his bed, comforting me with tender gestures until I drifted off to sleep, forgetting the pain entirely. On my first day of school, he accompanied me with a colourful umbrella and a new bag, symbolizing his unwavering support. Countless instances like these showcase his boundless love. As a gesture of appreciation, I decided to celebrate Grandparents’ Day at our school, when I was the Headmistress.
All the sisters in our community and the staff were informed, and everyone agreed. I crafted a beautiful invitation card and sent it with the class teachers to distribute to the students. By noon, all the students lined up outside my office with a request – they wanted to invite not only their ‘Dadaji and Dadima’ (paternal grandparents) but also their much-loved ‘Nanaji and Nanima’ (maternal grandparents) who lived in the villages. This doubled the number of expected guests. Despite the unexpected increase to 1400 guests from the initial plan of 700, I decided to proceed with the idea. When a bright idea strikes, its potential to manifest has a profound impact. Despite my dilemma, my desire to honour our grandparents drove me to push forward and plan the best celebration possible for them.
Sr Mariella CTC
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