I still remember the day when our daughter and son-in-law announced that they were having a baby. My husband Rick and I were going to be grandparents! The pregnancy and birth happened in the blink of an eye. We were blessed with a beautiful, bouncing, 8 lb.10 oz. baby boy named Jacob. He was radiant. . . a gift from God.
Our girl finished her post-secondary education and landed a great full-time job upon graduation. I’d just retired after having worked for 25 years, and was looking forward to some uninterrupted quilting time. But, in the words of the Scottish poet, Robbie Burns:
“The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”
With our daughter’s full support and endorsement, I made the decision to be our grandson’s daytime caregiver. My close friends thought I was crazy! But I felt strongly it was the right decision for us. So. . . in a spare upstairs bedroom, we set up a crib, a little dresser, stocked a change table with supplies and retrieved an old rocking chair from the basement. It was a cute and cozy room. It would do nicely.
Jacob and I began walkabouts with me pushing him in the stroller. Our neighbours got to know him; he got to know the neighbours. We’d stop at the park on the corner, and we’d swing and slide and eat a snack sitting on a blanket under a canopy of trees. He’d eat cheerios one by one and babble away in baby talk. I’d answer – just like I knew what he was saying. He beamed all the time. When he was tired, we’d head home for his afternoon nap. Sometimes, I’d sleep too.
The two of us started drop-in, twice a week, gym and swim classes at the local YMCA. Jacob the toddler, delighted in climbing the monkey bars, sharing a massive, colourful parachute with the other kids and tumbling on soft, mushy mats. He ran everywhere he went, with that familiar, megawatt smile on his face. In the pool, there were noodles and toys and floaties to play with. We both had so much fun and made some new friends.
With our new friends in tow, we visited the zoo and the science center and played outside at the neighbourhood Birth Place Forest. The boys rode bikes or scooters down the front sidewalks. We had birthday parties and Halloween fun and watched hockey games. We ate ice cream together, while walking down the path by the river. In the hot, summer sun, Jacob and his buddies splashed and laughed and chased each other in and out of the backyard blow-up pool. Then, we’d sit on their damp towels by the boulevard under the giant poplar trees and count the cars driving by.
On his first day of preschool, all dressed in new clothes with a tiny backpack slung over his shoulders, he posed for a photo in front of our garage door. He said,
“Grandma, I’m walking to school all by myself today.”

I burst his bubble when I told him it was too far away to walk. I’d have to drive him. From that day forward, and until his first day of grade 12, we have a photo of Jacob standing in front of our garage door. That became our yearly growth chart.
During trips to the skateboard park in the spring and summer, raking leaves into “jumping” piles in the fall, and building a backyard snow cave in the winter, Jacob has never failed to teach me something new. His unabashed zest for life, his buoyant attitude of always being “up for anything” and his love of nature, was contagious. His beaming countenance has never failed to touch my heart in a way that will remain with me until the day I die. I love him beyond words.
This year, Jacob turned 24 years old. With his mom, his dad, and his sister, the six of us spend time together, eating Sunday dinners or going to the movies or sitting outside at the lake. My bond with my grandson is unbreakable. I cherish all the hours we’ve spent together and look forward to all those hours still to come. Being with Jacob, being his grandma, is truly the privilege of my life. I would not change a thing.
As a grandparent, what is your position on childcare for grandchildren? How do you cherish loved ones? Are your grandchildren a continuing part of your life?
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Since my daughter lives within 1 mile of my home, I see my grandchildren 5 and 2 a few times a week. I still work but I am able to help with delayed opening drop off and definitely with pick ups. It’s so nice to pop in to read a story before bed or give them a bath to help out my daughter and son in law. I can walk over if the weather is nice. I am so happy to attend t-ball games and practices. When my children were growing up my parents were 2 hours away so they had a different relationship with my children. I am so very happy to be so involved with their lives. I am not retired yet so I am enjoying all the time we have together so far.
Your article truly resonated with me. As a retired kindergarten teacher, I’ve been fortunate to share a similar journey. I began caring for my granddaughter when my daughter returned to teaching after her maternity leave, and now, at nine years old, we’re still deeply involved in her daily life – watching her before and after school each day. Our families are very close. We take an annual vacation together, and since they live just five minutes away, we often share family dinners – my husband especially enjoys cooking for everyone. My granddaughter has taught me as much as I’ve taught her. We share a love of gardening and have planted many things side-by-side. Just last week, she helped me gather hundreds of branches from the Annabelle hydrangeas I had cut back. During her preschool years, I also took photos of her in our gardens and self published on Amazon an alphabet book, ABC Flowers with Finley, co-written with my daughter, who is also a kindergarten teacher. We feel incredibly fortunate to have her family so close. Caring for Finley has been one of the greatest privileges of my life, and I cherish the years we’ve had together – and those still to come.
Oh Nancy! A woman of my own heart. Your comment is lovely and inspiring and very, very, sweet. I love that you self-published a children’s book – ABC Flowers with Finley. I’m going to look for it now on Amazon. Bless you and your family.
I would love to care for my grandchildren daily, but they live half way across the country. I have to settle for video calls, yearly visits and the occasional family vacation to Hawaii. During those times I treasure every second with them.
Good day Rita. Thanks ever so much for your comment. My husband and I are fortunate that our children and grandchildren live in the same City as we do. A yearly vacation in Hawaii would be lovely!
My grandma lived upstairs in our 2-family house, unfortunately she died before I was 10.
Fast forward: my son got divorced and became a single dad when my grandson was 3. He asked me to move here (one state to the east) to help. It was an easy decision, I had no family where I was, and who could turn down a grandson??? We lived together for six years until my son remarried. We had so much fun together.
Today, we are still very close both geographically, and as a family. My grandson, now 16, and I went hiking yesterday. He loves to cook, and comes over and we cook together. The last two summers we’ve gone on road trips for a week. This summer I think we’re headed to Glacier National Park. I’m a photographer, and he just loves being in nature, so we have a great time together. :)
On another platform, I saw a person asking about generational family living. I know it may not be for everyone, but I think it’s great. Also really wonderful if not living in the same house, at least they can live nearby (in the same city).
Love your comment Shellie! As we age, I also think generational housing is just a fabulous idea. It’s so wonderful that you hike with your grandson. I love that! Also, hope you get to Glacier National Park. It’s some of nature’s best work. Take care.
Thank you, Kim! :)
I also have a good relationship with my grandsons. It really is very special and like you I treasure every single moment thank you for this lovely article.
Margaret! So great to receive your comment. Thanks ever so much for taking the time to read the article and to comment.