God blessed me with grandchildren. My youngest is a teenager and my oldest is over 30. Tomorrow I’ll be taking my second oldest grandson (who is 35) to have outpatient surgery for a broken collarbone. Not just cracked, but broken completely in two pieces and separated.
When I had shoulder surgery several years ago, my daughter (his mother) stayed with me for a week to help me recover. Now I’m paying it forward, though Jeremy is coming to me. Why me? Because I’m a grandma. I am retired. I’m able to drive him to the hospital and bring him back home. And because no matter their age, a grandma’s love doesn’t dim as the years pass.
Grandmas babysit, spoil, brag, and love their grandchildren. It’s the same, but better, than with their children. Most people laugh and say they can spoil their grandchildren and then send them home to their parents. The responsibility for raising them doesn’t rest on the grandparents’ shoulders. (Though in today’s society, many grandparents are raising their grandchildren.)
I am so grateful for the blessing of my grandchildren. And for the rare opportunity to provide a place of safety and healing when needed. Lifting my cup of tea and thanking God for His goodness and for giving me the title of “grandma.”