Something a grandchild has done to make you cry emotionally

Oh Brum how lovely. I am welling up thinking about it too!

I'm not much of a one for crying, but my grandson did make a lovely "little donkey" a couple of years ago in the school carol service.
He was dancing along, swaying his donkey head to the music.

On a different note. My GD1 was bullied at school. She was very brave and resilient about it. But also extremely sad. I cried many many tears because we could not really help her, being so far away. .
All is resolved now though

When my grandson went on his first school trip, he was five, It was only a two hour outing. I met him when the coach arrived back, he had bought a postcard , written on it in pencil his address, telephone number and Granny I love you ,signed with his name ŵith surname. I still have it, he was 26 yesterday

My little 2 year old grandson was lying in bed supposed to be having a nap on the last day before they were departing back to NZ after 6 weeks with us - I looked down at him beaming up at me and realised I'd not see him again for a long time. Had to leave the room for a few minutes

My DGD was 5 and in reception class at a small village school. I went with DD to the end of year leavers afternoon. They had the usual prize giving. My DGD won the class prize for attendance, and all-round good work. I was so proud that tears ran down my cheeks. DD knew about it but kept it as a surprise.

My 3 year old GS on Skype telling me he missed me and wanted to come to my house and go to the chocolate factory again, all in perfect English! Up till now we have had a mixture of languages but he has now fully taken on board that his GPs are too stupid to understand unless he speaks English!

We went to my GDs 1st birthday party. When we walked into the lounge and she saw us she set off and crawled the length of the room, through a forest of legs . When she arrived at my feet she held her hands up for a cuddle. She is nearly 13 and loves to hear me tell the tale.

Surely all tears are “emotional”?
Whether the emotion is occasioned by laughter or sorrow the tears can still flow.

At my granddaughter's wedding when I was presented with a bouquet as I helped with the wedding arrangements.

What Maw said.

I cryed when I spoke to my DGSx2 via Skype a few weeks ago. It was the first contact we'd had for 12 mths.
To see them grinning and exclaiming nannie ! was enough to set me off.

Well said MawBroon
My DGs do many , many things that make us happy. It is the really sad moments I will never forget.

Both my daughter and I sobbed our way through my grandson's first nursery school play and have cried at every subsequent play or sports day - we feel sad thinking that his late daddy would have been so proud. Every year I think we'll get through the event without breaking down, but even though the sobbing of the early years has diminished we still can't help but shed a quiet tear. His daddy was very competitive so we also have a laugh at thinking what he would be calling out at sports days etc.

Did you cry at your own child’s sweet saying/ nativity play/ toothy smile etc? Surely that should be more significant? Or were you too knackered? Why does it skip a generation? Maybe it’s because we have a little bit more time to take it all in when we are not so concerned with all the practicalities of caring.

Yes, I cried when I saw my little girl dancing around as a snowflake in her first Christmas play. So, that's twice now.. getting to be a habit!

My granddaughter was 2 and a bit as she sat on the bed next to my desperately ill late OH and launched into a rendition of 'if you're happy and you know it clap your hands'. Not a dry eye in the place!

I had tears in my eyes a few weeks ago as DD1 FaceTimed me so I could watch my eldest GD who has just turned 13 sing Hallelujah while she played the piano. She has recently started singing lessons. GD is a lovely thoughtful girl with a great voice and I am very proud of her.

The first thing that comes to my mind is actually something my own son did many moons ago. He was somewhere between 18 months and 2 years old, I think. I went into his room towards the end of his afternoon nap to find him still fast asleep. I stroked his head gently and told him what a lovely little boy he was. Although still asleep, he gave a huge smile of pure, innocent happiness. It brought tears of to my eyes then, and still does now, 35 years later whenever I recall it.

My grandson a very shy boy took up playing the guitar at age 12 as a refuge from not quite bullying but not really fitting in at Senior school in a different part of the country to his junior school so he had no ready made friends and everyone else did. He taught himself from You Tube. he sat in my conservatory only a few weeks into playing and played and sung Wonderwall for me. Now he has lessons and has jumped straight up to Grade 5 and is taking Music as a GCSE subject taking one of the very few places available in his school and getting there by audition. Always makes me teary when I see him play.

I can't remember ever feeling more sad and upset than when my middle grandaughter (now 10) broke her leg aged 3.

I cried buckets seeing her in a hip to toe luminous pink plaster cast. The hospital refused her a wheelchair and because her couldn't bend she had to be carried everywhere. I remember bringing her to my house (we lived in an upstairs flat at the time) and she announced that she was "a big girl and could get up the stairs herself...without help" and my god she did ! Dragging her right leg behind her she climbed up and down the stairs like a commando completely refusing to be "carried like a baby" .

I remember just crying and crying every time I looked at her determined little face. She is the most sporty child you could ever imagine and apparently her right leg is a "SUPER LEG" so it didn't have any long term effect on her. Me on the other hand.... I can still cry thinking about her.

Each of my three older DGS have done it at least once - run straight to me when they’ve spotted me and flung their arms and legs round me like little monkeys, cuddling in and hugging me so tight I can hardly breathe.

Usually I get a quick acknowledgement and a brief grin if I’m lucky.

I was due to go home after visiting my son and his family. It was snowing very heavily. In passing my son said “if this gets any worse you’ll be stuck here and won’t be going anywhere” not long afterwards as I was passing my then 7year old grandsons door I saw his face pressed up against the windowpane hand pressed in prayer saying “snow harder, snow harder and then nanna will stay”I love that boy

That's lovely morethan2 must have tugged at your heart strings.

Having spent a week at my daughter's, I was getting ready to leave. I explained to my three year old grandson that I had to go home and he said in all seriousness, "But Nanna, who will play with me?" I was devastated. I never cry but I fill up every time I remember his sad little face and those words. (His Mummy and Daddy do play with him, by the way, and he's perfectly happy!)