Wow, just when you thought you had survived parenthood and finally got the empty nest with your new furniture, dens, sport car, ect. what happens but someone comes along and drops an eight to ten pound gurgling, giggling, piddling, and screaming little person into your arms and says this is Grandpa and Grandma.
No not me, this can’t be happening and I’m too young, are in no doubt some of the first thoughts that had raced through your minds when you were first told, but know with her or his little fingers wrapped around yours and he or she seems to be looking directly at you with those big bright eyes you know you are doomed, you have bought into the whole grandparent deal hook, line, and sinker.
The first true signs that you are a grandparent are when the purchases you start making for the new baby is almost equivalent to your mortgage payment and some of the other signs are:
- You buy those cute t-shirts with sayings like proud Grandpa, Grandpa’s little angel, ask grandma
- If you start looking for a car it has to be a four door with a big trunk, a station wagon or a mini-van
- A digital camera and or video cam is a necessity
- You have all your furniture re-Scotch-guarded put away all breakable family heirlooms
- Safety gates start appearing all around your house
- Cabinets become child proof which usually mean you can’t figure out how to open either
- Your living room fills with toys and looks like a neighbor hood daycare center within six months of babies birth
- A playpen, crib or cradle becomes a permanent fixture in your bedroom though you cannot figure out why cause at the merest whimper your visiting grandchild ends up snuggled in a warm cozy nest between you and grandma
- Your social calendar is only open on weekdays
- Your favorite shirts are all permanently stained in various bright food colors such as baby food orange, strawberry reds, grape juice purple and that other colors you are not quite sure what it is and are probably better off not knowing
- Your back becomes curvy with leaning over to hold little fingers as they try to walk
- Wet wipes, Vaseline, and disposable diapers are a now filling your bedside table
- When you go to your wardrobe you find that at least one drawer is now filled with extra baby clothes
- Telephone calls are an interesting blend of baby talk and grandparents trying to talk baby-talk
- You spend a lot of time changing diapers or trying to time it so someone else will be there and you won’t when that time arrives
- You spend a lot of time sitting on the side of the bath watching little people grunt and poop
What would convince 65-year-old baby boomers to crawl on their knees, wear frilly costumes, wade in urine-infused kiddie pool water, wake up at the crack of dawn to build Lego castles, run alongside a bicycle, play restaurant, and cater to every possible whim of a 5-year-old child, all while enjoying themselves completely? Oh, the joy of being a grandparent!
It’s the ultimate relationship in which we give unconditional love and receive endless pleasure.
Most of us can expect to be grandparents for nearly 40 years. Many of us will remain active, intellectually engaged, and enthusiastic for most of that time. This means we can give our grandchildren legacies rich with far more than annuities and stocks.
Grandchildren are a Gift. I recently had two of my grandchildren move to New York. To me that is across the world. I also have grandchildren in Idaho and Wyoming and Oregon. It is hard when you do not live
Purchase a webcam so you can see your grandchildren and talk to them face to face. You can use Facetime on your i-Phones as well!
Grandchildren love to receive recordings of their grandparents reading to them a story. Maybe the grandchildren could record themselves and tell their grandparents a story and sing them songs. (hint- hint) Nothing touches grandparents hearts more than to hear the voices of their grandchildren.
These Things I Wish for You
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.
For my grandchildren, I’d know better.
I’d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf.
I really would.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother.
And it is all right to draw a line down the middle of the room, but–
when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared–
I hope you’ll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along–
I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
And rainy days when you have to hitch a ride
I hope your driver doesn’t have to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with somebody as uncool as your mom.
If you want a slingshot I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buy one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use those new-fangled computers, you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and that when you talk back to your mother I hope you learn what Ivory soap tastes like your uncle.
I hope you get sick when some stupid old person blows cigar smoke in your face
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and the joy of holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor’s window
and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time,
when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you–
tough times and disappointment,
Remember that Grandchildren feel spaces you never knew were empty!
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