Taken from life. “Daughter requires an expensive gift for a granddaughter for communion”: but I pay half the party

I have always tried to be a good mother. One that does not assess, does not impose, but supports. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/363521/620x0/1/0/2021/04/06/3cwbltcjslslslsumvikisfkwbud8qw3lygh5x9x7Oxr.png" alt = "communion. Source: YouTube Stanisław Straż" styles = "background-color: rgba (161,141,129.1)" > < p > When my c & oacute; I became a mother, I told myself that now my role would be a grandmother — wise, present and warm. I did not think that the day would come when the same c & oacute; Rka would treat me like an ATM without borders.

< p > The first communion of my granddaughter was approaching. The granddaughter was taken over, happy. M & oacute; about a dress, a wreath, with white gloves. I was also happy. I wanted pom & oacute; c.

< p > I proposed: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; I will add to accept. I know it is a considerable expense. & Amp;

< p > c & oacute; do not refuse. On the contrary, — accepted the proposal with a relief.

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, thank you. Half the cost & oacute; in this huge help. & Amp;

< P >I didn't ask how much exactly. I poured what I could. Because it's a granddaughter. A child who loves like my own. Week p & oacute; < p > — & bdquo; and a gift. We are thinking about the iPhone & rsquo; eM or a gold chain with diamond. & Amp; rdquo;

< p > I was & oacute; I saw.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; but I already help with the reception & & &

< p > looked at me as if she didn't understand what I meant.

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, but it's communion. Shame not to give something decent. Everyone gives. & Amp; Rdquo; < p > — & but I don't have such money. ” < p > shrugged.

< p > — & bdquo; maybe you shouldn't have agreed to participate in costs, since you can't afford a gift. ” < p > these words hit me like a stone straight into my heart. Not because I didn't have money. But because suddenly I stopped being a grandmother, a mother, a woman, and I only became a source of money, which & oacute; & Hellip; I have never had much.

< p > I sat in the kitchen, alone. I looked at the old photo of C & Amp; Oacute; Rki from her communion. That modest day, white sweater, ordinary booklet and a small silver medal. And was happy. < p > and now ?

< p > Does everything have to have a tag and logo to have a value ? I don't know what my granddaughter will give. Maybe a book with a dedication. Maybe a medal that she once wore her mother.

< p > will not shine like gold from the catalog. But it will be real. From the heart.

< p > and if one day, as an adult woman, he will understand — maybe he will say his c & oacute; rce:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Your great -grandmother was not rich. But she loved me like no other.