I never realized that grand-parenting could be so lonely.
My grandkids are not kids any longer. The youngest is 19, the oldest 33. Not a child in the bunch. All are employed in one way or another, all are really good kids and are not a problem to anyone.
It is not their fault that the grandpa who misses them (for some of my grandkids I am the only living grandparent) lives to far away. I the grandpa live in the town where the grandkids mothers were raised, but they moved on. All are in the Pacific Time Zone, so it is not like one or more of them is in New Zealand.
My new wife has 25 or so grandkids. Most of them live within 25 miles of us. She sees most of them at least once a year (one grandson is her/our insurance agent) and some not so often. So it does not seem that distance is the issue here.
Rather, I fear, it is that they are so busy trying to maintain their lives and living that there really is not any extra time, and grandparents are extras. I realize that, but I don’t have to like it.
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