I don’t have grandchildren. I’ll try not to sound triumphant here, because the word on the street is I’m missing out on something so huge that apparently it would be sacrilegious to admit I am immensely relieved I don’t have grandchildren.
My friends rhapsodize that grandkids are the babies you can spoil to death in a way you never could with your own. They tell me the relationship with an older grandchild is special because of the purity of the relationship. There are no issues such as discipline, clouding the fun and games of time spent together.
But what I hear is babysitting. Babysitting here. Babysitting there. Babysitting while the parents go on a vacation… instead of me.
The fact is, I am one of these New Wave grandmas who have no desire to leap in and start all over again, cooing and billing and changing diapers and later having fascinating conversations about which is better: dogs or cats, ice cream or cake, the swing set or slide, that sandbox or… You get the picture.
Luckily my own children have not leapt onto the boat of procreating. Successful and past the age when my first grandchild should have been born, they seem perfectly content as they are. Therefore I haven’t had to rebuff any grandchild/grandma bonding. I haven’t been put in the politically incorrect position of running, screaming from the arrival of the next generation.
Before you shake your head because you have grandchildren and therefore feel sorry for me, let me tell you what I have that fills the gap, fits the bill and makes me endlessly happy. I have grand pets. Two gorgeous kitties, Sego and Zaeria, and a shy, but oh so manly, white husky named Luka. I adore these fabulous little creatures as much as I would any grandchild. And while I can’t fathom wanting to suddenly backtrack in my life and babysit actual little grandkids, I love to babysit my grand pets. I love spending time with them. I love spoiling them.
I love, love, love them.
One of my favorite times is when my either of my children go out of town, and I get to have these amazing grand pets stay with me. It’s just the very best time. I get to spoil them and let them run wild in the dog park or have too much catnip. I get to feed them forbidden snacks. I take them on more walks than their overworked parents have time for. And they reward me by loving me to death, and falling asleep on my lap as I watch grownup shows while on Grandma duty.
Do come sit next to me and let’s compare pictures. Please note that in mine there are no tears. Just a whole lot of soft fur blowing and sparkling in the sun, wagging tails and the ability to fall off a window ledge and not get hurt.
I just heard Luka may be getting a little husky brother. I am thrilled!