Today is Grandparents Day. As I’ve often pointed out to my well-into-adulthood boys, I, myself, am not yet a grandmother. Not that I’m pushing for a grandbaby. It’s not as if I’ve told my dear grown boys that middle-age will grab you suddenly in the night. Well, maybe I said that. But, I offered comfort in that they probably wouldn’t die before experiencing the wondrous miracle of bringing a new grandparent into the world. It’s desperate times, as they already know better when I tell them a baby won’t change their life and they’ll hardly know it’s there.
While I await transformation into a Grand One, I would like to thank my parents for the love and devotion they showered upon all their grandchildren. The children in my family drew the lucky straw when it came to grandparents.
My parents loved spending time with their grandkids and the grandkids loved being with Mama and Papa. They were secondary parents who were willing to spoil. Mama and Papa had the patience to explain anything, even if they were in middle of something. My children had a bond of respect and another source of unquestioning love that influences them still. Thank you Mom and Dad for being such wonderful grandparents.
Wishing everyone a Happy Grandparents Day. Please share a story or a memory. If you’re a grandparent, feel free to brag.