THE WAY CHRISTMAS FEELS AS A GRANDPARENT… 🎄

 

Christmas hits different

when you’re the grandparent now.

It’s softer… sweeter…

full of a kind of magic

you didn’t know you were missing

until tiny hands came along

and brought it back.

It’s not about the perfect tree

or the matching pajamas anymore.

It’s the way their eyes widen

at the glow of the lights—

the same way your own children’s once did,

though you didn’t realize it then

because life was so busy,

and you were so tired,

and everything felt like it needed doing.

But now?

Now you get to see it.

Really see it.

The miracle in the mundane.

The holy tucked inside the ordinary.

You sit back,

warm mug in hand,

and watch little feet patter across your floor.

You hear giggles float down the hallway

like a song you loved long ago

and nearly forgot the words to.

You feel time folding in on itself—

your babies grown,

their babies growing.

And you whisper a thank You to God

for second chances at wonder…

for the chance to slow down…

for the gift of watching love

move down through generations

like a ribbon on the tree.

Because Christmas as a grandparent

isn’t loud—

it’s sacred.

It’s the glow in your heart

when they crawl into your lap.

It’s the tug in your chest

when they call you Nana or Papa

with that sleepy Christmas-morning voice.

It’s knowing these days are rare,

and fleeting,

and holy.

And oh, how blessed you are

to live them twice.