My Grandmother Heart
Kathleen DesMaisons, Ph.D.
This is an update of an article I wrote a while ago. My grandson (pictured above) has been living with me for 3 years. At the end of this, I am going to do an add on about the idea of grandparenting young adults.
OK, I am going to write to you from my grandmother heart. This is a big deal for me. I have been writing about my years as a young mother for the past few weeks - my daughter asked me for the details, and I have been having fun doing this task.
I have learned some things I did not know then. My kids did not care about a perfect house or a perfect mom. What they cared about was time and being present. That is what they remember.
They did not care about my career, about my being in school and what I was learning, they didn't care about their grades or excelling. They cared about time and being present..
- The day we all decided to skip school and go sledding.
- The night we went to The Nutcracker at the local high school. The music was bad. They didn't care.
- The day we made cookies together for the tree.
- The nights we sat in the big chair and I read Watership Down to them.
- The times we rode in the car to their dad's house and we sang silly songs I made up.
- The time they went on strike and refused to eat dinner and insisted we go get pizza and we did.
- The day we dressed the dogs in costumes and took them out on Halloween.
Now, if you think you are too busy, too tired...and there is no way you can do things like this....remember I was a single mom, going to school full time and working full time. And I was not even doing the food. I had dreamed of perfect children, a perfect family and all that stuff. But what we had was something different from the dream.
Here is what made the difference, I think. I intuitively knew that *I* had to have some quiet time to be sane. They watched Sesame Street every day at 5PM and did not talk to me. I regrouped and caught my breath. I had time alone at regular intervals. I did things that filled me up.
And deep inside, I would reach down in my heart and meet them at where they were...and I was clear about boundaries. This is what I instinctively knew at 30. Now, from this perspective, I know something more.
If you have an eight year old, this is the ONLY winter, the only season you will EVER have with an eight year old. You know all that other stuff you think is so important? It isn't. If there are too many after school activities, stop them. If there are too many demands, start learning *no,thank you.* If you don't know how, ask us.
If you are a grandparent, ask how you can support your children at this time of year. Provide space, fun and humor. Go get those kids and be goofy. If you live far away, get on the phone and be goofy on the phone. Email them. Give them cameras for Christmas and ask them to email you pictures of their lives. Send them pictures of your dog, your cat, your friends at the senior center. Teach them to
knit - even the boys. It raises serotonin. Make a cookbook for them.
Guess you can tell what I have been thinking about this week. I am making a book about my life. I am writing, writing and then will find photos and put them with the writing...this is a wonderful and powerful thing to do.
Mostly, I am committed to this being a sacred and reflective time.
Having an opportunity
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