Something a grandchild has done to make you cry emotionally

Amongst a huge crowd at the airport waiting to meet a flight, two voices shouted "Granny!", rushed towards me and gave me big hugs. Lovely!

Just returned from my daughter's wedding in Goa. We helped our eldest grandson aged 10 with his speech to his parents on behalf of himself and two younger siblings. He knew what he wanted to say so we wrote it out neatly so that he could read it clearly. When he stood up in all his wedding regalia took the microphone and spoke so well - no nerves - in front of upwards of 50 people I felt so moved and proud, I couldn't stop myself from crying.

During my trips back to England to do my bit with childminding, I loved collecting the DGCs from school when they were little, and to see their little faces light up when they saw me across the playground.

DGS went through a phase of not wanting to leave here or for me to leave England.

On one holiday here we were having tea beside the pool on their last evening and he suddenly burst into tears and said he didn't want to go home and tried for ages to try and persuade his parents to change the flights.

He would cry as I finished his bedtime story on my last evening and beg me to stay longer.

Something really sad that still makes me cry.
When my grandaughter was 6 her mother left with another man and my son was raising the children alone (with my help). One day a few weeks after d.i.l. had gone I was cooking a meal in their kitchen with younger grandaughter watching me. She suddenly said "I thought Mummy had gone on holiday, but she's not coming back, is she Nan?"
I knew I should not lie to her, but tried to say that Mummy wasn't coming back but still loved her and would soon visit.

I've ben reading this thread through tears. What lovely stories!

Must admit to a moment or two after a conversation with GS1 then aged five. He had obviously had a conversation with his other GPs (Nanny and Grampy) and they said they would wait for him, when they eventually went to Heaven. He asked me would I wait for him, too. Aww...

In tears reading all of these, our first grandchild is due in 4 months and so looking forward to experiencing moments like these ?

Had too many tears at things my DS did as a child. We waited so long for him that many things he did brought us near to tears. Now grown & with his own family my DGS is the one who made me so happy i had to hide the tears. All he did was give me a big hug goodnight then rell me ' Nanny I love you so much'. He is a'big boy' now he says all of 7 in a couple of days. He & my DGD often move me to tears with silly little things that mean so much.

Last Christmas was the first one spent in the UK for my two little granddaughters as they had been living in the ME. They knew little of the nativity and no carols when they came home. When I went to see their nativity play and they were singing carols with the school choir, I did cry. It meant so much having them back

caocao that is so beautiful.

*Grannyben’ I was tears just reading your post. Too cute! My goodness these smalls can certainly tug at our heart strings can’t they?
My contribution:
My mum died peacefully in hospital on Friday. On the Wednesday DD2 arrived with our grandson aged 5 and the baby granddaughter aged 14 months. So that greatgran (nana) could see them one last time. It was snowing heavily and when they arrived grandson came into the side ward and was slightly apprehensive (never hospital visited before). He saw his nana in bed & was shyly wondering what to do. His mummy suggested he might just want to hold nana’s hand? My mum said ‘oh what lovely cold hands for me = I’m getting too warm in this bed = how lovely’. Before they left after their short visit, grandson wanted the loo. I took him and noted he was using the cold tap to wash his hands & suggested warm water might be nicer in this snowy weather before going home. He replied ‘no grandma I’m making my hands nice and cold again for nana’. I’m crying now.... ?

Morethan for some reason your story in particular made me well up though I dont usually cry! Also Grannyben's.
I almost never cry at sad things and I feel so silly that I well up at lovely ones!

Know what you mean Brum 2. Years ago I surprised my little GD by meeting her from school one day when she was still in reception class. They were living some distance from us then and she had no idea that I was coming. I shall never forget the look of pure joy on her face when she saw me and flew across the playground into my arms. I still well up now just thinking about it!! Absolutely golden moment.

Last week my OH took a couple of working from home snow days and looked after 7yr old DGD. She stayed over rather than walk home with DD and back again the next day.

After DGD had gone to bed, OH worked late, typing away, to catch up. Early next day DGD was still sleeping - yet propped up on his keyboard was a little note from her. "Grandad, I love you very very much"

Not a grandchild but my son. He was 5 when my mother died. A normally very boisterous boy, who was very close to his Nana, he was very quiet, no tears, tip toeing around me and so I gathered myself together to sit him on my lap to talk about how he was feeling. After my opening words, when I told him it was ok to talk about it and to show his emotions, he reached up and smoothed my hair back from my face in a comforting gesture and told me that yes, he was sad, but she was only his Nana and he was more worried about me because she was my mummy. Even today 18 years later I am filling up with tears over the fact that he was able to not only empathise in that way, but to verbalise it at such a young age. Still to this day, the one person I would love to share that story with is my mother!

My DD lives in rural Spain and my 2 DGS (10 & 8) attend the nearby village school. On our last visit in October we passed my DD on the way to school so I jumped into her car and went with her to collect them. It was lovely just to be with her greeting friends and introducing me to people and all the nods and 'Ola' to other parents and grandparents as we waited at the gate. Then music played over loudspeakers and the children started streaming from their classrooms, my youngest DGS saw me and just flew across and hugged, and hugged and hugged me for so long that both DD and I were weeping a little. He can be as mischievous as a box of frogs but is so affectionate. I also got a big hug from his older brother but not quite as eager or tear inducing.
It was so lovely to see their school too so I can picture it in my mind, my other 2 DGC live round the corner and I know their school and have picked them up a few times.

I am a step-gran who has known all the grandchildren since birth, three out of four were born before I married their granddad. On our wedding day, GS then aged 3 called me "Grandma" for the first time ... cue sobs. Then yesterday I had a text from him (he's now 11) giving me his mobile phone number ... definite dampness in the eye area!

OMG Willow...how could you bear that ...to say goodbye to a little boy who you knew you wouldn’t be seeing for so long. I’m crying for you right now! My ‘duties’ for my grandkids are many and time consuming and I often am exhausted by them...but having read your post...I will NEVER complain about them again! The one moment that brought me to choking up was with my grandson when he was 5 and he was walking along a wall coming from school...there was a line of kids doing the same...as they do! He stopped dead and turned to me and said. “nanny, will you always hold my hand when I do something tricky....even when I’m 15?”....I said that he wouldn’t want me to hold his hand at when he was 15.... and he replied” that makes me sad”. He’s coming up 11 and yesterday we walked up the shops together and he took my hand as we walked....I wonder how much longer I have !?!

On the evening of the day the hospital consultant had given me bad news regarding my husband I watched my son play Joseph in his school nativity play. I stood at the back of the hall supported by my lovely friends and neighbours. They took us home and sat with me by our Christmas Tree drinking sweet sherry until late. I can still see my small son tea towel wrapped round his head clutching his staff and so unaware of all that was happening off stage.

The same child tripped over Gramps feet one day and cut his head. We rang the parents to say we thought he needed to be checked out. He shouted "I'm alright I'm alright" to reassure us and his parents on the other end of the phone.
NB English is his second language.

My grandkids are in Finland and each time we see them it's difficult to say goodbye. We have noticed that children of 3years and under do not understand where or why you are going and their little, confused faces reduce us both to tears.
"But you live here" the middle child, then aged 2 said one day" I'd been there for five weeks helping out.

I have 2 which show the bonds work up and down the generations. My own DS aged 2 running with all his might down the pavement trying to keep up with the bus taking me to work - wailing "Mummy" at the top of his lungs with my OH in hot pursuit.
My DF 2 Days before he died looking across at me half sleeping in an armchair by his bed in the morning, explaining to the District Nurse that I hadn't changed a bit since he last watched me sleep aged 3 - I was then 50!!
Both made me cry.

Ii pick my GC up from school on a Friday & the youngest GS (3) is in nursery at the same site 2 days a week to prepare him for school . I get him first & they always have them playing in playground at end of day ( Forest school - very keen on outdoor activities). I stand by the gate & watch him for a while & when he sees me the grin on his face is a sight to behold & he rushes over for a hug. He loves nursery. It always brings a tear to my eye & also to the staff there who watch him with me. My eldest GC is now 13 & does not always come to stay with the others now so I'm making the most of this last little one.

Last week we had looked after our just 2 year old granddaughter. When we took her home we flopped on their settle and said phew we are so exhausted. She looked at us and got us both a footstool. Lifted up our legs and then covered us up with a blanket. Brought a lump to my throat.

My GS, (aged 4) and I had spent a lovely afternoon reading, including 'Guess how much I love you' and books on Space, his current big passion. When I got home, I had a text from him (with a bit of help from his mum), saying
Grandma, I love you to Alpha Centauri and back x.
Good job the tissues were handy. I've still got the text.

I was saying goodbye to my 5 year old grandson and tried to give him a kiss. He turned to his dad and in a clear loud voice said “I don’t want to kiss granny” - it bought a tear to my eye not because he didn’t want to kiss me - but because he is autistic with very little speech and this was the first time I had heard time say a full sentence with such confidence and determination.