By: Honey Good
Thinking back in time, as I watch the bright early morning sun rise slowly in the East over my freshly brewed cup of coffee, I asked myself this question. What is my primary responsibility as a grandmother (Honey) to my Grands?
My first Grand was born twenty-six years ago so I do not have to ponder over my own question. I became Honey to my first grandson when I was in my early forties, and happily, nineteen more followed!
I am a ‘grandmother of mental gifts.’ I teach my Grands my values and wisdom.
For all the darling Grams and Grams-to-be, here are my thoughts on this topic.
HERE ARE JUST A FEW HONEY–DO’S:
Some of my Honey–Do’s! I don’t verbalize! Instead, I show them through my actions! Therefore, I often teach my Grands through visualization. My actions often speak louder than my words; always making certain my actions will cause positive reactions.
- My laughter teaches them to see the glass half full.
- My inquisitiveness teaches them to explore life.
- My problem solving shows them that ’where there is a will, there is a way’.
- My hugs and millions of kisses teach them love and empathy for others.
- My helping others shows them compassion and sharing.
- My giving time and monies shows them charity.
- My problem solving teaches them never to give up
GRAMS, REMEMBER YOU ARE THEIR VISUAL TEACHING ROLE MODEL.
HONEY SAYS: Make lemonade out of lemons! See the glass half full!
- Family first! All of life is relationship driven and it begins in the family.
- Don’t expect others to do for you. Expect to do it yourself.
- Happiness is not there for the taking. It is created.
- Value yourself and others will value you. The key to personal happiness.
- Live outside the box! Everything is possible.
- Take the high road. Do the right thing even if it is not easy or popular.
- It is all about Love. Show your loving ways to others.
These mental gifts are a priority with my Grands. It would take volumes to tell you all the little things I say and do, that teach, and hopefully, will touch a positive nerve. In my heart of hearts I believe a little signal will flash into their mind when confronted with life’s trials and they will think to themselves: Honey did that or Honey said that. And, they will pick themselves up and start all over again.
I often think about my remarkable grandmothers. They were extremely important role models in my life. One mental gift they bestowed upon me: the importance of our role as a grandmother. I am Honey Good and…I get it!
Do something GOOD today: Be the grandmother of mental gifts.
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By: Honey Good
The coat was the most gorgeous fur piece I had ever seen in my twenty-six years and it was a gift for me. My late husband, Michael, surprised me with a long-haired Russian Lynx coat. I was in triple shock!
By: Honey Good
“I’m not interested in dating,” I replied to my dearest girlfriend when she mentioned the name of a man she wanted me to meet. We were walking along the Hawaiian shore at sunset. She was visiting me in Honolulu seven months after I became a widow.
By Susan "Honey" Good
Before I tell you my story I want you to know that all is well in the Good home. It is now 5:00 am on Monday morning. Eight hours ago, I thought I was going to be a widow ONCE again. I felt the physical pang of loss and utter grief as I looked down into the face of my husband, Shelly, who stared up at me, unresponsive.
We spent a wonderful Sunday together. It began with our daily hot cup of freshly brewed coffee (we share the responsibility of who will make it each morning) that we sip together in our hot tub, outside our bedroom door. It is a ritual we started 26 years ago when we moved into a second home in California. We find it a great way to start our day, romantic, refreshing and peaceful.
By Arlene Bronstein
Since writing my book, HOW DID NONNIE GET to HEAVEN?, I have been talking about the subject of loss to many different groups. Although the book was written for young children, it has had an amazing resonance with adults. Perhaps it is the simplicity of the presentation. Perhaps it is the ‘heart” in which it is revealed. But young or old, we all experience loss at sometime in our life. What I have learned for sure, it that there is no prescription for how one should grieve or how long grief will last. With great respect, each individual should be allowed to go through their own grieving process.
I also can’t quantify loss. Is it harder to lose a child? A spouse? A parent? A close friend? Again, what I thought I knew, was not necessarily true. Just because the person had a long life doesn’t mean the loss is “easier.” Just because the child was not close to the parent, doesn’t mean they don’t feel the loss. When it comes to being a “widow,” I see a distinct difference in the loss. I call it a “double loss.”
Unfortunately, I have many friends who lost a husband at a young age. These widows experienced a terrible loss. Not only had they lost their spouses, often the father of their children, but in some sense they had lost their social standing.
By Susan "Honey" Good
Last night I received an email from my girlfriend, Carole. We attended school together in Kankakee by the Sea. I believe she found HoneyGood.com by chance. I don’t promote myself, though my husband Shelly pushes me to ‘put myself out there.’ He is the most important driving force in my life. Actually, he is my life. For those of you who do not know by this time, Shelly and I share everything. We are like Gracie Allen and George Burns or Donald Duck and Daisy Duck. Everyone who knows us, knows that we are glued at the hip, as they say.
Anyway, Carole found my musings online and part of her email last night made me laugh out loud. She wrote to me to comment on a story that I had just written about women bullying other women. (If you missed it, read it here.) Carole and Shelly also are acquainted having met last summer at a luncheon in Kankakee by the Sea. Shelly and I drove down to lunch with 16 of my high school classmates and we all had a great time.
Carole’s email read, “On a pleasant note, I so enjoy all your articles. It is a special treat when you bless us with ‘Shellyisms.’ He’s a rare find. Looking forward to you putting these in book form for us to peruse at our convenience… hint hint! Maybe put a Shellyism at the end of each article.”
My life has been blessed with remarkable role models. One of the most remarkable and inspiriting was my step-grandmother. She was my Tinker Bell, complete with fairy dust that made me want to follow in her footsteps.
We blend wines, spices, words, colors, ideas, and sounds all the time. Unfortunately, not all efforts mix well like oil and water or credit card bills and your budget. There can be clashing tastes in a recipe not yet perfected, a variety of hues in one room that may not be complimentary--too jarring, and the divergent, loud sounds of traffic may sound cacophonic and actually hurt your ears.
I remember the day I bid farewell to my Jenny, my eldest daughter. She was just 18, and off to the mainland for college from our home in Oahu, Hawaii. I hugged her to me, knowing it was a moment to savor and cherish, and kissed her good-bye.
It’s 6:25 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and I’m sitting at the living room game table I usually appropriate for work every morning, writing and sipping delicious hot steaming coffee from my favorite French mug. Whenever I look up—which is often given the stunning panoramic view of Lake Michigan right outside our floor-to-ceiling windows—I’m treated to a stunning sunrise. And this morning, I realize something has changed significantly; the sun has moved south in the sky and is rearing its head a little later than usual. It lets me know fall is in the air.