Grandma,
There is a phrase in the sibling community – glass child. We aren’t glass because we’re fragile, we’re glass because people look through us to the other child. They look through the strong, healthy child to the child who needs more support. As a result, glass children are extremely independent and mature. As a result, I don’t have as many childhood memories as my peers. Even though there was dinner on the table, I was emotionally neglected. But I have memories of you. I know people love me, but you’re one of the few adults in my life who made me feel unconditionally loved. You saw me. Me. You accepted me completely.
My favorite childhood memories are spending the night at your house, wearing footie pajamas and waking up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Your home was nurturing. Your home was safe.
At your birthday, you said I was your favorite grandchild because I was the first, I made you a grandma. You always saw me, the first.
Thank you for seeing me and making me feel loved. We all know that I’m the oddball of the family, but you never judged me. You always accepted me as I am. Without conditions and without judgement.
You loved me without condition and made me feel that love.
I love you very much. Once again, thank you for sharing your love with me.
Anonymous Glass Child 