Grands

You spend so much time raising your kids, that one day you realize it’s done. You will never really be done, but done enough to carry them through.

Then Grandkids come, and we spoil them, because we can. The important bits at this stage is to just love. You can relish that they adore you, and to them you have no faults! Snuggling in tight, naps, play. It isn’t a free for all, it’s just knowing how quick it’s over. You don’t have to be the heavy, another popsicle never hurt anyone. You know they survive and won’t ruin their lives if they stay up a bit, or have sugar for supper.

It’s hours of play for us too. The house is so damn clean without kids, you can let all the daily chores go to the wayside and devote every ounce of time to them. Grammies let them paint, get dirty, and see things differently. We tell them stories of their parent’s childhood and their own. Our patience is a little more stretchy, but we are only borrowing them for a short period of time. We have had a full nights sleep, several days in a row and a shower.

I love talking to the littles, having them explain something in their little voices. Whatever the age, we talk about their dreams, fears, folks. There are no secrets from Grammie.

My heart is always full when they leave and a little sad. I wish I was retired so I didn’t have to share their time with anything. They do tire me out, keeping them mentally stimulated. I wouldn’t trade these moments. I want to slow it down, but much like my own kids, one day be it will be done.