Twenty First Century Grandparents
Wow! I thought I was the only one going through this emptiness. I miss my kids, although they are not kids anymore. One is 44 and the other 41.
One is married with a little boy (8 years old) and the other has never been married (no children). There doesn't seem to be time or enough time to spend with parents.
It's strange how things have changed. When I was young and had children, seeing my mother and taking my kids to visit was a weekly or more thing. We made time. It was important.
My kids were in things, I worked, we had a home to maintain and everything else that was details in our lives. Like so many things nowadays. . . it's changed. I think it's a shame.
Oh, I'm like all the other grandparents/parents that keep my mouth closed and allow them their time. Not all families are like this. I envy them. I wonder what I did wrong or what happened.
I do continue to touch base with my kids. They seem to like text messaging so that's what I do. God forbid if I call and invade their busy lives.
I am trying to find things that replace that emptiness. . . sometimes it just doesn't work. I thought about going to see a counselor to talk this out, but I think I know the end result. Find yourself in new and different things. I am trying.
I am not a joiner. . . always made friends through work. That's not an option now as I work in a very small office part time. I do volunteer once a week delivering Meals on Wheels. Small interaction there but a good feeling of helping the elderly.
I am not into organized church. I have tried that too. I believe in God and I support everyone that goes. I just haven't had a good experience in any one church.
I am looking for a hobby that I haven't tried before. . . but I haven't found it yet. I love my yard and flowers, but again, I can't seem to find anyone in my neighborhood that shares that. Everyone has yard people to take care of that. I don't want to belong to a lady's club for sharing flowers or competing. I just want to share plants and knowledge over the fence in my blue jeans. Can anyone understand?
Anyway. . . I am a 21st century parent/grandparent that feels like I don't belong to this time.
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