Yesterday was National Grandparent’s Day and ironically the kids were left in their care while Hubs and I went to a wedding in Brooklyn. I love using Grandparents as sitters. I trust my Mom more than myself in most situations, honestly. She often tells me that being a Grandparent is the best thing in the world. I can imagine that’s because instead of the constant worry that comes with raising a child, you get to sit back and enjoy the moment; a badge of experience tucked away in your pocket. Our children are blessed to have both sets of Grandparents alive and well (like, let’s go run 10 miles-well.) They get down on the floor and play. They roll up their sleeves and change diapers. They take the kids out on dinner dates and read stories well into the night. They will type up an impromptu bedtime story about a temporarily lost stuffed animal to help ease the pain.
They will sit on a beach holding rocks brought from the ocean’s edge for a half an hour without one complaint.
They will never forget an important milestone, because they were there.
I love watching my Mother in Law stare at my son, catch a memory, and talk about her own son’s boyhood. I love watching my Mom’s eyes light up when my kids run to her, throwing their little arms around her neck. And I love watching my Dad and my Father In Law – having both lost their parents too young – notice similarities and reminisce about their younger days. There is something so beautiful about watching the bond form between your young children and your aging parents. It’s a connection to the past and the future that mirrors the natural flow of life. It’s a time before conversation turns from bunnies in the yard to the coolest video games or sneakers out. It’s a time when holding hands in public and running hugs after school are perfectly acceptable forms of expression. There is no communication break-down. Why would there be when everyone knows what crayons are for and what is SnapChat anyway? It’s a pure, emotionally uncomplicated, free love that I feel lucky to witness.
I don’t know what it’s like to hold my child’s child yet…but I can imagine it feels like a second chance at the best part of my life.
“The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent.”