The new school year is just around the corner, and parents and grandparents are already working hard to ensure a smooth start for their offspring. New purchases, home rearrangements, schedule updates, all those preparatory activities are happening now.
According to a recent study by Deloitte, $27 billion will be spent this fall on back-to-school clothes, supplies and accessories for students from kindergarten through 12th grade. I do my best to help the economy and society by spending money and time with my splendid granddaughters.
“Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.” – Margaret Mead
I am 71 years old, and my husband is 72. Our oldest granddaughters are 20 and 16, and we are now about to become grandparents again.
We all find it so easy to blame others when a relationship fails. If we could read our daughter-in-law’s mind, we would likely find she is blaming us for the uneasy atmosphere.
When we were growing up, my family never discussed money. It wasn’t that my parents or grandparents though that money was evil. It’s just that, like many working class families, we didn’t have much to discuss… or so we thought!
I truly believed I could handle my adult child’s estrangement on my own. After all, I had dealt with countless personal and family issues: my spouse’s cancer, infertility, kids with learning issues, my own struggle with depression, and more. While I coped, these all took their toll.
While your role as a grandmother should revolve around giving treats and having fun with the little ones, you can drop in a few important money lessons throughout the years.
We just spent a week with our grown children and their families. It doesn’t happen often (10 years ago was the last time) that everyone can congregate at the same place at the same time. It was a special week. For six months we all looked forward to sun and sand and waves and lounging.
I’m sure it’s not the same with everyone, but before my son was born, I was very worried whether I would be able to raise a boy. My world was profoundly feminine because all my closest cousins and siblings are girls. So, my knowledge and understanding of little boys was very limited, to say the least.