Being a parent is one of the most challenging, yet rewarding, responsibilities a person experiences. That is, until the grandchildren come along. And take my word for it, being a grandparent can be challenging. The reason? You’re not in charge.
Some people think that’s the best part of being a grandparent – you get to sit back and enjoy the love without the 24/7 responsibilities. And to a certain extent, it is. You get the kids and you get your free time – a luxury not always available to a parent.
OK, that is definitely the good part of being a grandparent.
But once in a while, something comes up where you are in complete disagreement with a decision involving your grandchild and you don’t get a say-so. You’re not even consulted. Take my granddaughter, Tilleigh, 12, for example. About six weeks ago, she told me she was flying to California – alone – to visit my son, his wife and their two daughters – my grandchildren Charleana, 2, and Misha, 5 months. Tilleigh was beside herself excited because she hadn’t yet met Misha.
“You’re doing what?” I barely articulated while managing not to hyperventilate. (I had a hard time seeing my kids off to college, mind you.)