I was at a wedding last week, sitting next to a nice couple who I had never met. So to make introductory conversation, I asked the woman if they have kids (often a good place for me to find common ground) and the flood gates opened. We talked all about her FOUR teenagers and my now adult children. I could relate to so many tales she shared about their successes and struggles.
It is funny how life works, or maybe it’s MY brain … but now, as I look back on those years, I have these rosie memories and think it was a breeze. Haha, I know that is not exactly the reality, but it seems to be a nice way to remember it. And what I have found to be true is that you realize, in hindsight, that many of the things we angst over as parents were really not that big a deal.
That must be why being a grandparent is a great job … you have a better perspective and you know generally things will work out, plus all the love and kisses. I am not there yet, but I’m sure it comes with alot of worry too (and little I can do about it). But I am committed to being an attentive, available and a strong force in their lives.
I remember when my son played water polo growing up. There was this one boy’s grandma, Irma, and she was at EVERY game he ever had. She was such a presence in his life. That sort of multi-generational family support doesn’t seem to be as prevalent today, but I think it’s such a leg up for a child and I love to witness it.