Before I had grandchildren, I used to hear people talking about how joyful it was to have a grandchild, and the wonderful effect it had on them. They often brag about the things the child does or says and also about the things they as a grandparent would do for the child. Not to mention the warnings they almost always get about possibly “spoiling” the child.
May I say that I’m living it. I am blessed with three granddaughters and they are the light that shines brightly in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my own children (my youngest has not yet given me a grand), but my grandchildren does something completely different for me. Their little faces. Their expressions. The words they use. Their singing and dancing they do without even being asked. Their wisdom. I have learned so much from them. The grandchild effect is wonderful!
Surprisingly, though, some of us don't relish the effect that a grandchild can have on us. I know folks who would dare not have a grandchild call them "grandma" or "grandma" in public. The feeling is that it makes them really feel old. "Are you really serious right now?" I asked one person. "Oh yes!" she replied. "I'm not ready to be anybody's grandma; I'm still to young to be called that!" How sad, I thought. How very sad.
Folks who behave this way are surely missing out on -- that wonderful grandchild effect.