I do. Except, wouldn’t you know, my kids moved to the NYC area shortly after I left NY to return to Massachusetts. And, soon after, they began having their own children.
Well, I just got back from visiting them this past weekend for granddaughter Zoe’s 2nd birthday celebration. I try to make a trip to NY once every 6-8 weeks and have arranged my lifestyle to make it happen. I also take care of the grandchildren at my home when the parents want to get away.
This is the best I can do.
But it’s sad not to live nearby and see them more often. I know, I know, there are many grandparents who have it worse. At least I only live a four-hour drive away. But it’s sad for me, nevertheless. What’s fun, though, is that every time I see them, I delight in discovering how much they’ve changed and grown.
And we’ll start with Max, who is four years old already. Since it was raining outside, we spent hours the first day of my visit inside building structures with his Magna-Tiles. Later that afternoon, my son took this photo of us:
Zoe, Max’s sister, just turned two. These days, her favorite activity is taking off and putting on her pajama bottoms. You can see her determination and focus in the sequence of shots below. Max is also in these photos, displaying his own current interests:
I also spent part of the weekend at my other son’s home in Brooklyn. Grandchild #3, Sean, is ten months old already. The last time I saw him, he had two teeth and was starting to crawl; two months later, he has six teeth and is starting to walk.
We took him to an indoor playground,
I grew up in the same town with both sets of grandparents. Times have changed, though, as families now live so far apart. I Skype with Max and Zoe every Monday and with Sean, every Saturday. And despite the fact that we don’t have the opportunity to get together often enough, I would like to think that I still have a place tucked away in the corner of their hearts.
Yours in aging with class,