When grandchildren are barred from their grandparents….

It happens that grandparents are not allowed to see their grandchildren anymore because the parents dont allow it. They can file a law suit and then perhaps get their right confirmed to see the child once a month. But I dont know if it is worth going through this procedure, or just wait till one day the child starts questing and searching…

I made a video on this subject….

Lyrics and melody by AnandRahasya

 

Here are the lyrics in English and Spanish:

Amelie

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those first three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those first three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

Amelie…

 

Amelie Mi nieto desde la edad de tres no me has visto     En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino        Te acuno por horas en mi regazo     Mi nieta desde la edad de tres no me has visto     En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino Te acunó por horas en mi regazo Amelie …

 

I feel sorry for your mother, I don’t complain,

I feel sorry for your father, I don’t complain,

I feel sorry for you I don’t complain,

I get along. I don’t complain,

I don’t complain

 

Lo siento por tu madre, no me quejo, Lo siento por tu padre, no me quejo, Lo siento por ti no se queja, Me llevo bien. No me quejo, No me quejo

 

Taking you out in the pram or buggy to the playgrounds

Singing you to sleep with lullebys   until one day

A helmet you wore dropped down to the floor

And then trouble started peace no more

Not having your best, your dad said in my mind

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

Amelie…

 

te llevaba a fuera en el cochecito o carrito para los parques infantiles   Cantando te a dormir con canciones de cuna hasta que un día… Un casco que llevabas caí al suelo Y entonces empezaron los problemas, de la paz no estaba más que no tengo los mejores intentos para tí, dijo tu padre     Mi nieta desde la edad de tres no me has visto  En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino    Te acunó por horas en mi regazo Amelie …

 

We are the elders, we deserve respect

We are the family, how can they reject

We brought them up, humanity we can expect

I don’t complain

 

Somos los mas viejos, merecemos respeto Somos la familia, ¿cómo pueden rechazar nos? Los criamos, humanidad podemos esperar No me quejo

 

For 3 years it was alright Then my aptness was denied

And if I did not comply to their rules to see you I lost any right

My company then was strictly undesired.

to visit, any family meetings were denied.

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those first three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

Amelie…

 

Durante 3 años que estaba bien Entonces fue denegada mi aptitud    Y si no cumpliré con sus reglas de verte he perdido todo derecho    Mi compañía entonces era estrictamente no deseado. para visitar, y de las reuniones de la familia se les negó.    Mi nieta desde la edad de tres no me has visto    En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino Te acunó por horas en mi regazo     Amelie …

 

 

Who is more real, who can really see

Who is more real who sees behind the screen

Who is more real who can vibes feel

Who is real who is you and who is me?

I don’t complain

 

¿Quién es más real, quien realmente puede ver ¿Quién es más real, quien ve detrás de la pantalla ¿Quién es más real, quien puede sentir las vibraciones Quién es real, quien es usted y quién soy yo? No me quejo

 

could it be that your grandparents were good for 3 years

then our presence a bad model on you they feared

Your parents hold you a piece of priceless glass

And think only they know how a diamond’s ground

Now you know there was a limit I could kotow

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

Amelie…

 

¿podría ser que sus abuelos eran bueno durante 3 años entonces nuestra presencia para ti un mal modelo que temían? Tus padres te tienen a ti a un pedazo de vidrio sin precio .  Y piensan que sólo ellos saben cómo tallar un diamante.  Ahora tienes que saber que había un límite para mi por inclinarme.  Mi nieta desde la edad de tres no me has visto En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino Te acunó por horas en mi regazo Amelie …

 

Why the hell don’t they see, we want no nannies to be

Why the hell don’t they see, we want just family be

Why the hell don’t they see, what will be that will be

One day, Amelie, come to see me

I don’t complain

 

¿Por qué es que no ven, no queremos que ser niñeras ¿Por qué es que no ven, queremos simplemente ser familia ¿Por qué es que no ven, lo que será que habrá Un día, Amelie, vienes a verme No me quejo

 

On this day when the baby helmet dropped to the floor

You had started to hear the Gayathri and my OM no more

And I had to unlearn that I have had a daughter

Since when write down rules for families to gather

My grandchild since the age of three you havent seen me

In those first three years I cared for you dearly

I cradled you for hours on my lap

Amelie…

 

En este día cuando el casco bebé cayó al suelo tu habías empezado a no oír más el Gayathri y mi OM     Y tuve que olvidar que he tenido una hija     Desde cuando hay que escribir reglas para familias a reúnirse?    Mi nieta desde la edad de tres no me has visto En esos primeros tres años yo te he cuidado con mucho carino Te acunó por horas en mi regazo Amelie …

 

 

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “When grandchildren are barred from their grandparents….

      1. My heart goes out to you. My sister hasn’t seen her adopted daughter for many years, but at least now the grandsons are older, they can visit on their own. I really hope things improve for you and someone has a change of heart.

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  1. I watched my maternal grandmother, “Nanny,” go through this torture for many years. Nanny had two daughters and two sons. The eldest son had a boy and a girl. His wife was very peculiar and quite the witch. At the time of their divorce, his daughter was five and his son was one. The youngest of my uncles also divorced and his child, a girl, was less than one. The mothers of these children were so very spiteful that the children were not allowed to be involved with our family in any way. I knew my Nanny loved me but when we would go into town, invariably we would be in the same store as the ex-wife of my oldest uncle. Nanny would nearly break her neck trying to move quickly down an aisle just to get a peek at those children. My 10-year-old heart knew what was happening. It made me very sad to see her longing for just a word, a hug, any form of acknowledgment. The saddest part of all? Neither of my uncles fought to have time with those children, further widening the gap between my grandmother and those babies. Years passed by and the older girl came back into the family, for a brief season. She knew her daddy had money for her (all those years of child support that he had stuck back for her). He had allowed another man, their step-dad, to adopt his children. I had the opportunity to have a conversation with her brother when he was a grown man, working for our sheriff’s department. I am a nurse and on this particular night, this male cousin had been in a wreck. I had to ride in the ambulance with him to a larger hospital. I implored him to just go for one visit. My grandfather was dying and my grandmother was still mourning the loss of grandchildren she had never met. His words to me??? “I don’t owe them anything. I don’t even KNOW them.” I replied with, “You don’t HAVE to know them. All they want is to just spend a few minutes in your presence, to fill and empty space in their hearts.” It saddened me so deeply. No one could get through to him and so both grandparents died, with not so much as a kind word. The other granddaughter, who’s father was my youngest uncle, had begun to ask questions and eventually found her way to my Nanny. All of the garbage her mother had filled her head with came to light and she found a brief moment of grace to come to my Nanny. It almost made me jealous to see Nanny fawning over this girl who couldn’t form an attachment or meaningful relationship with my grandmother. After only a handful of brief visits, she fell off the map. To say my grandmother was devastated is an understatement. I secretly wished that she had never come around. Turns out, she found out that her father had died at the age of 25 and she thought there was money for her somewhere.
    I want to apologize for the length of this comment. I really don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was simply that I could empathize with this situation. Personally, if my children were to not allow me to have time with my grandson, I’d probably lose my mind. So deep is a grandparent’s love for their grandchild. Blessings to you. Lovely video. Again, please accept my apology for the lengthy post and feel free to remove it if need be.
    Sincerely, Bev410berry “Suga’Mama Diaries”

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  2. It is heart breaking what you described. Thanks a lot. We hear it from many sides These days, it is Happening in many European countries, it seems. The children Keep their Kids from the grandparents in a selfish epathyless way. And even when one tries and accepts conditions against one’s own interest it cannot be improved. Grandparents now even search refugee families to help them and have a bit love from these children.
    Also other parts of the family are banned in a Kind of collective punishment. So, also my sister doenst have any contact no more to my grandchild….

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