Being a grandmother is a special role. Though I had one while growing up, she never bothered with any of us. She was too important in her own mind. Four of her girls were my aunts, incredible women I loved. Intolerance was the name of her game. She disliked my dad and my mom, her daughter. Her grandchildren were collateral damage, I guess. I did not waiver. Family strife was not my game. Time would be wasted. It belonged elsewhere.
As a grandmother since 2017, I am learning. It is an unusual fun-loving role, one that fills me with love, fun AND AMAZING PEOPLE: 5 LITTLE ONES UNDER THE AGE OF SIX - for now! As often as possible, I engage in conversation with my grandchildren - 4 boys, a one-year-old girl and soon-to-be three little girls by May. Our newest heir is just under 2 months old.
I remember being asked to come and play with O, our second oldest, recently. I was honoured that a little boy wanted to play with an old lady. My philosophy: ask questions and let them lead. They must lead at some point so why not learn with me and begin the process? Words such as show me, tell me and help me learn makes leaders of them all.
Giving little ones the attention they need and deserve focuses on teaching them who is in charge with their best interests at heart: mom and dad. Baba is second tier; mom and dad, first.
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