Well, I’m both. In my mind, being a parent meant forming a little being into a person who has good character and will be a benefit to society. I felt a very very strong compulsion to model what I thought was good behavior. I worried over every deviation and tried to discern if it was something that might explode into a “problem.” I was sure that my task was to “Raise” good people. It was/is my responsibility.
Being a grandparent, I don’t feel any of that responsibility. I am compelled now to celebrate the individual in my grandchildren. I don’t care about what they eat, what time they go to bed, or what letters are on their report cards. I do care that they enjoy life. I care that they feel loved. I want them to explore the world and find it and themselves good. I am a Gram that is a cheerleader for her grandkids and our world.
I love being a grandparent. I’m not so enthusiastic about parenthood. I wanted and love my children. I think they are really nice people. I wish I could be their Gram instead of their Mom - it sure would be a lot more fun!
P.S. 2, 4, 6, 8 who do we appreciate - Go Giants!!
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