Even though I did not have the opportunity to know my own grandparents, I’ve relished in Ryder and Reid’s relationship with my Mom. Oh, they love me – but they loooove Grandma. And why not? She comes with lots of tasty frosting :)
I’ll never forget the day I told my mom I was expecting. She and my father had stopped by the house to drop off a few supplies (we had just moved in) and while they were taking off their shoes, I blurted out that I was pregnant. And, they looked at me like I had lobsters growing out of my ears.
(I know they’ll blame it on the shock of my exciting news, but I know what they were secretly thinking: “Oh Lord, she’s such an immature brat! How is she going to raise a family?”)
Guess what? Two boys later, I can still be an immature brat at times, but I’ve never had to raise my family alone. My Mom has been there from day one – supporting me with love, advice, a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on. In truth, all of Ryder and Reid’s grandparents have been an instrumental part of their lives, and today – Grandparent’s Day! – I wanted to acknowledge the special role that they’ve played.
I’ve always known the bond between grandparent and grandchild is a special one. In fact, even before I had witnessed it firsthand, I had experienced the dynamic peripherally – childhood friends who were raised by their grandparents; high school chums who had one or more grandparents living with them in their old age; co-workers who visited their grandmother on weekends and holidays.
And, I’ve also been privy to the other side of the coin – online friends who proudly post pictures of their grandchildren; neighbours who take a brand new grandchild for a walk in the stroller; old teachers who lament that their now married kids are off seeing the world instead of making them a grandma :)…