Granny’s the Boss … Kinda

 

A big task ahead — one that takes patience, energy, and perseverance. I wonder if I’m up to it….

Hubby and I are taking care of three grandkids for ten days while their parents and the other set of grandparents go to Hawaii for a conference and add a few days to this once-in-a-lifetime vacation.

We are becoming the parents.

Now, I haven’t been an active parent for 30 years. Things have changed in 30 years.

My grandkids are 8, 10, and 15. The apples of granny’s eye. They can do no wrong.  They are perfect examples of childhood — for the few hours a week we get to spend with them.

Ten days in a row, just about 24/7, is another story.

Of COURSE I am looking forward to this experience. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience for us grandparents, too. The kiddos are in school, giving us time to go back home and get a few things done before overnighting it by them. We can talk and play and snuggle on the sofa in the evening, go to the movies, do homework together.

Yet kids are kids, and there’s no doubt there will be a few of sour gum drops in-between the rainbows, too.

No glass of wine and rewatches of R-rated series at night. No sleeping in. No quiet coffee in the morning before I hit the housework list. No walking around like a zombie not taking a shower for a few days. No swearing. 

What fun is that?

Even though I squeal about the stress of being in charge,  I’m not sorry I volunteered for this excursion. Life has been good to me, and these kids are proof.

Nonetheless, I have to remember that I’m 73 not 53, and my energy level will never match theirs. And that’s okay. I’m a different kind of role model. Kids need grandparents as well as parents in their lives. And we need youth in our lives so we don’t become old fart fogies.

And, after all, there’s always ice cream cones in the freezer …