Okay, I know it’s been a while since my last post and hopefully I haven’t lost too many of you in the interim. The past week has been filled with grandchildren, trips to the doctor, keeping the wolves at the door and endless viewings of Dora the Explorer. I honestly don’t remember when things have been so hectic, but yet peaceful at the same time.
Having both my kids and grandkids living here has been proven to be an experience to say the least. I have learned a few things through the past 2 weeks that have enlightened me about the future of my legacy.
First, let me say that yes I am proud of my children and what they have accomplished so far. They have both grown up to be loving and devoted parents who are still conspiring to to see how far the could go before I end up in an asylum. Although they are in their late “20’s” I still see them as my little kids. Of course when I tell them that I can see their eyes roll and head shake as they mumble disbelief under their breath.
The best part is although they live in my house, my grand kiddies are just that; my grandkids and I have made it a point not to be their part-time parent. Although I respect the limits imposed by their parents, I can still spoil them and then turn them back to their parents.
I guess the joys of being a grandparent help make up for the times you couldn’t enjoy your kids when they we that age. I sadly remember the times when I was asked to play catch or color a picture and I just didn’t have the time. I can never make up those times with their parents, but now I make sure that I have the time no matter how silly the request may be. At times I can see in my children’s eyes a sort of wistful look as I get down on the floor and construct a Lego tower in a race with their kids, then I remind them that it’s never too late to play and invite them to see if they could build a bigger higher tower. (And of course I let them!)