I am the kind of grandparent I want to grow up...
In fact, it's very simple, my family is intimate, compact and full of fun, but my grandparents exist, participate and be active in my life. Ok, two of them are...
Dad's father passed away before I was born. Cancer stole him, leaving a grandmother who had been mentally and emotionally challenged when I knew her. His mother is a different story, one that I probably won't share, acknowledging that she exists on a very different plain that I might have been able to understand. According to her choice, she participated in my life very little.
When I was young, my grandparents who lived across the street were active in most cases, and they were involved, and "grandparents." Whenever my parents need to back up, or they want to see us, they all seem to be magic. They worked in their yard early in the morning, and my favorite early memories were awakening my grandmother to whistle the "red wing." My grandfather will work in the store, work in the garden, or walk across the street, take my sister or me back to his place and work with him.
We spent a lot of time helping Grandma prepare a meal, baking cookies or cakes, or sewing new curtains, clothes or other crafts. I learned to sew a pedal machine around my grandmother.
There are many forks on the path to being a good grandparent. When your grandson is born, as they grow up, you can choose those forks as you grow older. The fork you choose will usually determine the relationship between you and them, your children, or your great-grandchildren. I remember many parents' friends saying, "I am not a babysitter. I have my own children."
When I grow up, I know that I want to be involved as a parent and grandparent. I want to be the grandparents who are wandering around, playing for the big prizes, attending events, gatherings and when necessary. I don't want to be in a good time, I want to rely on it when I need it.
As a grandparent, I have seen all the choices. I even saw a fork on the road where life might need a variety of turning points. Every time... on every fork... I looked at the road ahead and chose to be an active participant in my grandson's life. I choose to be an active participant in my child's life.
These choices will determine the path you take... and the direction of the road.
What kind of parents or grandparents did you choose?
Orignal From: How do you know where your grandparents are?
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