When I was a kid, I would often visit my Grandparents out on thier farm and my Mother would encourage this practice as much as possible even though she was she was not on the best of terms with my biologicaldivorce since thier divorce when I was three because my mom absolutely adored them and they felt the same way about my mother and me. I think myself, and my younger Half Brothers and Cousins were thier way of making up for the luxuries they did not have growing up during the Great Depression and I always looked forward to these times but sometimes felt a little guilty excepting such extravagances from them but they always seemed happiest seeing thier grandchildren experiencing all the joys and wonders these gifts seemed to provide for them during these times. I understood my Grandparents well enough to know that we were not taking advantage of thier generosity band good nature because they were like second parents to me and they always treated my mother as thier own daughter, which seemed to work well for them since all three of thier birth children were boys. The reason I found this to be relevant during the holidays and birthdays is because even though they were being extravagant and generous to a fault by the standards of my Mom and myself busy because they never gave me anything I did not earn or did not deserve, in thier eyes, then I knew that they had given a lot of thought to these gifts they were showering me with and that the right thing to do was to show them the gratitude I genuinely felt and to just enjoy the thought and effort they had put into getting these wonderful presents for me and acknowledge thier authority as head of the family and not treat them like they were senile and incapable of making informed decisions for themselves or thier family. It was with this strict, but fair attitude they cultivated in my upbringing during the weekends and holidays I spent on thier farm that I came to understand that they would move Heaven and Earth to give me something they thought would be fun for me or would make me happy but would give me the back of thier hand, or worse, if I failed to show them, or myself, the proper respect that was due. It is because of this realization that when my Grandparents made up thier minds about something that they rarely got an argument out of me and if they did, then it would be for something that I was absolutely sure I was willing to take a serious beating over. It was because of this understanding I had developed concerning when it was appropriate to try to have a discussion about an issue they had already made a decision on and when I was best served in just letting something go. It would be this understanding in Grandparent Diplomacy that would most influence my decision to cooperate unconditionally with the instructions and house rules of a close family friend of my Grandmothers when I was visiting them over the holiday break from school when my Grandmother informed me that her and Grandpa had to make an unscheduled trip to Nashville County to attend a cattle auction and that a good friend of hers had kindly accepted to look after me for a couple of days while they were gone.
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This is a very delicate territory, so tread carefully. Mormons are also taught "Families can be together forever. I get to experience the joys of his culture, which I never would have known otherwise. Whereas white and black may both sleep in on Sunday and tie their left shoes first, Mos have a set of behavioral norms that are in serious conflict with Nomo lifestyles. I do not contact my gf every day unless they are online. She encourages me to develop my skills and talents, and provides an example in several of those areas.