Yesterday was so fulfilling for me as my daughter made her first outing after delivering her first child, my first granddaughter! I was blessed to be able to watch Ava. But, as any grandparent probably know, I had to earn my priviledges through trust, changing diapers, burping, giving bottles, and just simply being there for my daughter.
Eleven months ago one of my three reasons for retiring was to hopefully be available to be a major part of my grandchild’s life. My children were raise with my mother and grandmother (Bushia) available and wanting to spend time with them. They shared our Polish heritage and taught them how to cook, crochet, a little farming and important values. You will find, if you follow me, that my children and family are the most important thing to me. My family, being there, allowed me to be active in co-founding our first business with my husband Craig (more to follow on this in a later post). Now, it is my turn to be available for my daughter and make it
mentally easier for her to continue in her career and for me to share with my grandchildren.
It is so interesting how so many memories of when my kids were babies flow back as I watch Ava grow. All the challenges and struggles that I remember, I can share with my daughter. But, as many of the grandparents reading this know, you have to be very careful in sharing. My daughter is a total Type A personality, not sure where she got that (chuckle). However, thankfully we have a very close, open relationship.
Kara will be returning to work after the first of the year. I have offered to be available to watch our little one a couple days a week and be there when she is sick or needs more time. One challenge for me has been to be there and bite my tongue at times. It has also be a bit of a challenge to manage time with creating in the studio, completing my dissertation and wanting to be there for my daughter. But………I would have it no other way!
So…..what advice do you have for me? Please leave comments and share.
(Photo above is a 4-generation photo taken many years ago at a mother-daughter church banquet. In front is Bushia and my mom, who suffered from multiple-sclerosis.)