By Sophie Winik, Regular ContributorOctober 24, 2015
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~Robert Brault.
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Recently I was watching old movies of me and family from many years ago. It was not only entertaining to watch me as a young child, laughing and smiling and wearing amazing outfits, but it was really neat to see some of my family members who are no longer with us, such as my grandfather. I was able to see him and hear his voice again, something I haven’t been able to do since I was a young child.
As I heard his voice, I tried so hard to remember what it was like to hear it in person.
As an adult, hearing his voice on the T.V. meant so much more than when I was a child.
When you are young you begin to take things for granted. It never crossed my mind that I would never be able to hear my grandpa speak as I grew up. I never once thought about the possibility that he wouldn’t ever get to see me past 11 years old. Here he was, standing before me on a television screen, speaking kindly to others, and here I am, an adult, listening to him, cherishing every word, every movement he made on the screen.
I watched a 50th wedding anniversary party of my grandfather and grandmother. The whole family was together. Some moments I remembered, and other moments I was reminded of. I was a child and I was bored during many of these moments that were often filled with speeches and lots of people and lots of talking. Now I was finally able to listen, hear the stories, hear the tone, and watch the emotions. When I watched my grandpa speak to his audience, I saw the emotion in his eyes, the love for his family. Suddenly, the cameraman zoomed in, and I saw tears lightly grazing Grandpa’s face. I don’t think I have ever seen him cry. Fifteen years after his death, I have seen it.
It was an amazing moment for me; not because of the tears themselves, but because I was watching the emotion I wasn’t able to witness in the same way as a child.
It was moving watching this old movie, seeing my grandpa again, and hearing his voice. I wish I hadn’t taken these moments for granted as a child. I have grown so much since this anniversary. I think about my grandpa all the time, and I often imagine him in my life today. I know how proud he is of me. I know he continues to love me. These old movies are a reminder of a love a grandpa has with his granddaughter.
Cherish family moments. Love your family. They won’t be around forever. But the memories you have will last a lifetime.
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Sophie is a preschool teacher in Southern California. When she is not teaching the little ones she is writing stories about her experiences with bullying, with the hope that her words will help others stand up against bullying and be another voice to end the hate. Sophie is also an artist who loves to paint and draw and is studying to be an art therapist, specifically working with children. Check out her anti-bullying stories atkindrevolutioncampaign.wordpress.com.
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