Life is so much greater as a grandparent
Last night was another magical visit from the grandchildren. You never know how much it means to be a grandparent until you are one. As for me, I love it. With them I am Papa, yet I am more like one of them than I am anything else. That and a giant play toy and entertainer extraordinaire. When they are around, it is not my job to babysit or discipline (unless utterly necessary). It is my job to let them be kids and to be one with them. It is the perfect combination.
Last night’s short adventure was making a tent in the living room. Making a small complex marble run and then making an old school marble run. Watching some stupid YouTube videos as my grandson laughed and laughed. My granddaughter helping me with final cooking as she skipped around the kitchen. Sitting between them at dinner and making conversation with my son, daughter-in-law and wife. Then one last flurry of playtime and then Papa piggybacking them to the car for their ride home.
It was a whirlwind three hours of fun, adventure, and laughter. Then an hour of picking up before collapsing with my wife to watch some TV before bed.
We don’t get to do this often enough. My grandkids love coming over but life is busy and complicated so I don’t get to see them as often as I wish. Nor me as often as they wish. In fact, if it was up to the grandchildre, they’d all live at Papa and Gigi’s. After all, it is the greatest place on earth.
That is except the beach. But that’s another story for another day.
Choose joy.