I did not spend as much time with either of my grandmothers as my siblings did. I’m sure that’s why thinking of Grandparents Day makes me consider my parents’ relationships with my nieces and nephews and my own daughter rather than my personal relationship with my grandparents.
I remember seeing my father for the first time in almost in six years and being struck by just how much he’d aged. He didn’t have near as many grey hairs as his friends but he finally had a few. He didn’t have a single one the last time I’d seen him.
It’s a different story with my mum. She’s had grey hairs at least since I was in my late teens. If not earlier. I’d also seen her quite often. At least biannually since I left university. And yet, somehow, I kept noticing things little things like how much slower and more deliberate her movements have become.
Watching her with them selfishly prompts me to pray that I get to have this much time with my daughter and her child(ren).
It also makes me hope that I’ve made my mum proud in some way.
I pray she gets to see her great grandchildren like her grandmother did.
I’d love for her to enjoy a completely cushy life from now on.
She’s dedicated so much of herself to her children and grandchildren. What could we possibly do for her to match all the time and physical energy she’s spent on us all? She shouldn’t have to struggle in any way anymore because her children should be able to provide everything she needs. Unfortunately, it’s not like that. Yet. There’s lots of time left for that to happen though.
And I will still be carrying you when you are old. Your hair will turn gray, and I will still carry you. I made you, and I will carry you to safety.
While some other couples have each other in their old age, my mum’s on her own in that way so I always pray she’s not lonely even though she’s alone. She’s always been the definition of independent but age can make it harder to be quite so self-sufficient.
She lives at least 6 hours away from me I find myself wishing there was a way for my daughter to see her often. This woman who’s cared so much for her since she was born. She’s so far away that I also wish there was a way for me to be able to more easily keep an eye on her as she gets on in age.
It can be beautiful to watch
Watching your parents become something different from what you’ve always known growing up can be tough. You could, on the other hand, make yourself think of it as watching them grow even wiser and there’s great beauty in that. My daughter will never know my mum the way I knew her and that’s interesting to me. Much like I never saw my maternal grandmother in the way my mum got to see her.
Wisdom belongs to the aged, and understanding to the old.
More than anything else, I feel blessed beyond measure to have my mum and watch her be grandmother first to my nephew and niece and then now also to my daughter.
What thoughts has Grandparents Day brought up for you?