Recently a violent summer storm swept through the Atlanta-area community where we live near our grandchildren. My seven-year-old grandson Owen, who only a few weeks before had finally become comfortable with July 4th holiday fireworks, rushed from his bed to his parents’ room.
Will she go or will she stay? Recorded by the group, Journey, these lyrics from the song, “Never Walk Away,” are about impetuous young lovers who married quickly then realized they didn’t get along. That situation doesn’t apply to me but the question is one I’ve been asking myself for nine months.
I clearly remember the day the job started. It was summer. Bright sunshine pouring through the open window of my daughter’s London flat. We were visiting for Sunday lunch and making small talk with her lovely husband while she put the finishing touches to the meal.
As your children take that giant step of becoming parents themselves, what do you feel about how they are doing? Some grandmothers are highly impressed with the way their grandchildren are being brought up. Others are disappointed or even distressed.
Growing up we lived several miles from the nearest town. I wandered the woods and rocky cliffs along the Mississippi River. At six or seven years old Mother sent me with an empty honey pail to pick wild strawberries in the meadow or blueberries in the marsh. I never thought to be afraid.
Are you a grandmother? Does that give you absolute joy or considerable worry? Or perhaps both? I will be writing a monthly guest post on Sixty and Me for grandmothers and grandmothers-to-be. This will discuss a wide range of issues affecting women when their child has a child or, indeed, their children have many children.
As a native-born Texan, my Daddy was geographically and culturally predisposed to be a storyteller.
Since everything is supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, it was sometimes hard to separate the fact from the fiction in his tales. Like the beginning of this short story about a popular game of the time he played with his brothers, sisters, and friends.
As a grandparent, there’s nothing greater than spending time with your grandkids.
There’s something just so amazing about watching those youngsters grow up, while you get to share precious time, stories and experiences with them.
When our first grandchild was born, I was enveloped with the sense of continuity, similar to the feeling that I had when my first child was born. I could almost viscerally feel the past flowing through me to the future, to him. It was a new sensation and it was rather wonderful.