I miss our grandchildren when we don’t see them. I would imagine we all do.
I miss their smiles and laughter; I miss hearing the funny things they say. I miss their innocence and their surprise or joy when they learn something new.
I miss 3-year-old Ella, asking me, “Play with me, Grandma?” or “Read a book at me, please?”
I miss 4-year-old Owen, singing the new songs he learned in Transitional Kindergarten or his rendition of what happened at school that day.
I just spent a week with Owen and Ella, helping with childcare. When I got home, I experienced an entirely different kind of missing. I knew their routine more intimately, what time they got up, what they wanted for breakfast, when they were taken to school and/or other activities. I knew when they were likely to get tired, when they had their baths, how many color drops they wanted in their bathwater – their bathwater temperature, even.
I’ve stayed with the grandkids before for a few days at a time and knew these things; but having experienced them for an entire week, their preferences, and the timeframe of their activities was ever more present in my mind.
Now, I missed them at 7:00 am because I knew they were just getting up, full of morning cuddles.
I missed them at 7:15 am because I knew if I were there they would be saying, “Grandma, can we have French Toast again? We LOVE your French Toast.”
I missed Ella at 7:30 am telling me, as I tried to help her get dressed,” “No Grandma. Me no need help. Me can do it by myself.”
And I missed Owen at 11:50 am, when I knew he was walking out of school with a big smile on his face when he saw his Dad and me there to pick him up.
Knowing what they are doing and when they are doing it, placed the “missing” on an entirely different level because I know EXACTLY what I am missing at that particular moment.
But I also have great memories – like Ella saying to me “Hold me, Grandma” or Owen telling me I am his “best friend.”
Being a grandparent is an amazing adventure. If you are a grandparent, please share with us your favorite Grandparent story. We would love to hear it!