I’m sure that this isn’t going to shock anyone who has a grandchild but now, I get it.
I love my kids, always have, always will. They don’t lose value, usually. They are born and raised with hope and love and if it all works out right they turn into dream makers.
Not in the sense that you live vicariously through them, but that they turn out to be good people with honest morals. People who are educated and show kindness towards others. Civilized patriotic humans who fall in love and get married to someone that loves them back.
We hope for these things somewhat selfishly knowing that we as parents played a massive role in their outcome as people. So “ok I got it, no axe murders. What’s the damned point?”
News flash ………….Grandkids are awesome.
My grandson is two and yeah whatever. I know everyone thinks uh oh, he’s at that age! At any age he’s one of a kind. I have never been near him where my face doesn’t immediately break into a smile. I love the way he says “yellow”. He is quick with a hug and a kiss and his eyes shine when he smiles. He has a devilish, “I know I can get away with murder” look and I want to squeeze the stuffing out of him.
If you have a grandchild, this is where you’re agreeing and nodding. You might even think he’s just like yours, because he’s handsome as hell and smart as a whip. Your right he is handsome, smart and ridiculously fun to be around. Where you’re wrong is that he is not at all like yours.
He is way better because he’s ours. Sorry if that hurts but he is. Think about it. NO way you convince any of his Grandparents differently. That’s the nature of things. My mom tried to tell me that I would get it someday as I used to give her hell for her continuous spoiling of my kids.
How sweet is it that we get to be around a living toy, who chases the cats and dog and gets dog ball goo all over? Just because your heart skips a beat when he chucks the ball with complete disregard to direction and/or glass nick knacks, doesn’t mean he is concerned at all. Matter of fact, he seems to be amused by your discomfort. Even then we smile.
How fun is it that a whole living room full of people and presents await him every Christmas. Every one of those adults hoping that he loves their gift. So when the most adorable (to you) outfit that you painstakingly selected just for him gets tossed in a corner are your feelings crushed by a two year old? Yes! His mother, bless her heart, tells you how cute the outfit was but still…
“I knew we should have got him the power wheels Jeep damn it”
After all the hoopla and presents, paper and bows, he walks up to you calls you papa and takes your hand. He walks you into his room and shows you all his things. You read books and play in his ball house and have no idea what day it is or that you had anything else to do.
So I want to properly thank his mother and father for letting us share this boy that melts my grizzled old heart. I want him to know that his Papa and Nana love him and his Papa is turning into a mushy old sap and it’s his fault.
Look at that face!