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My wife and I blessed with seven grand children, all ages and stages of development. Some already working, others only just beginning to crawl. The joys of being the older parents wonderful, potty training, the plans for schooling, the further education and lastly work seeking, not our problem. Yes we stress for them but realise we can only now play supporting roles.
What has been our greatest pleasures of having grand children? Not being required to change nappies, clean up vomit, chase after crawlers that can summarily disappear, but the greatest pleasure is to watch them develop in character. To be able to interact with them, as a baby when small, to the discussions of daily life with the mature older ones. Have we been an influence on their lives? We hope so, our attitude towards discipline yet the latitude we allow for the friendship to develop. We want that they may feel like us with my Grand parents, available to discuss any thing, any time. The trust to impart the problems experienced, that they feel too difficult to discuss with the own parents, we all had them.
The pleasures of observing the love and discipline imposed by your own issue upon their own, delightful. The memories that result from the interaction between Mother and Daughter, reducing the ages that have past. The delight of realisation, that the now happening interactions, have gone before. Similarities between the past, of times when thoughts of ever raising the very woman now raising her young daughter, unbelievable. The personality clash of two so similar, humorous, the memories of days past spring back into the mind, as if they only happened yesterday.
The son and his developing sense of humour, his wish to do everything at once, tremendous. His cycling escapades, accompanied by his father, a love of his life. His determination to win and do it all, not encouraged by his parents, but the sensible advocating to enjoy as much as win, imparted. These kids of ours, sensible, serious and knowledgeable beyond their years. Highly technically advanced, (they are computer programmers, owning their own business) encourage their children to work the computers, cell phones and other strange pads around the house. To have a near six-year-old explaining to his grand parents how an iPad works, magnificent. Do they spend all day playing with the modern technical implements? No, their parents do not allow this, they play outside, bare footed, with all the toys of our youth, reminiscent of our attitude towards youthful education.
To see the son, that no length’s of imagination could picture with his own daughter, now blessed with her, heart tugging. The love, protection, and adoration that the monster of a man can extol, beyond belief. The baby, now crawling, so reminiscent of him, pounding across the carpet with determination of reaching what the eye can see and the mind will touch. The total demeanour of the child epitomising the joy and happiness of the parents, she hardly cries. The heart-strings tweaked when your son holds a small creation of wonder and feeds the child a bottle. We can relax. God placed this child perfectly, her future, she will carry the parents wishes forward.
Our oldest daughter, who has persevered through the hardships of life, raising four boys. All the apple of their Grand Mothers eyes, some still in school others working, carrying our admiration with them. To see the “tykes” of years past, now grown up and working, a testament to their correct upbringing.
We enjoy seeing the “hair pulling” actions of the grand children, whilst testing the fortitude of their parents, now we can smile and say “See what it feels like? You did it to us.”
We love them one and all, good or bad, they could never do anything wrong in our eyes. Or am I wrong fellow Grand Parents?
Rob, I got to skip the parenting thing. God put me right into the grand parenting thing. I do have the privilege of disciplining the youngens, and they still love me. Isn't that a wonderfull? And blessed, we sure are! Thanks, Rob
Any time with Grand Kids is a good time, how you get there has no matter, enjoying when you there important. Thanks for the comment Mark.
Rob, you make me laugh & now you're pullin on my heart strings...I can barely wait for that feeling of being a grandparent. My step daughter is expecting..and Angie and I are pretty darned excited about that..but you stirred up some great memories with my granddad.. driving way too fast and the both of us grinning ear to ear...him staring at the road and myself watching how high the speedometer could go..I'm sure it sounds crazy and maybe it was... but I loved those times with him...Thank you
Thanks Bud, the memories of old with my grand parents, and the memories of Grand kids being made, all get stored in a separate folder in our minds, the folder called "Special".
I appreciated this Rob. Beautifully said. I'm not a grandparent yet and when I had my first son (who was longed for many years) was born I asked all the grandparents why he was special to them. I could understand my loving him beyond measure but couldn't understand the obvious bond of delight the grandparents had for this little precious boy of mine. The family arms open to embrace one of their own without thought or contemplation. It's a magical thing. I still don't understand it (yet) and these days I ponder why my children love their grandparents so much without question and with great excitement lighting their eyes at the thought of a visit. Defies my comprehension despite the love I have for my parents.
Heather it's a different bond one has with your Grand Children, I cannot explain it, May be something to do with just giving love without the discipline, but it is special, I love it.
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