Grandma, You Got A Story About Everything! I often hear that comment from my oldest two granddaughters. I spend more time with them than anyone else these days. We go out shopping together, we go out eating together, at times we exercise together, we are planning on starting to enter marathons together.
They will be entering middle school this upcoming year. Boy I can't wait. I keep telling them it is going to be night and day difference from primary school. They haven't lived it so they can't envision it. One claims to be Harvard bound to get a law degree. The other won't give you a clue as to what her future goals are. A couple of years ago it was I don't know yet. I just guess that yet still has not arrived. In retrospect it is almost scary that she doesn't know yet.
My youngest child knew she wanted to go to Paris France and become a fashion designer by her middle school years. My son wanted to be a History Teacher. My oldest well, she didn't know. It was one of those I have plenty of years to think about that let me get through school first.
A dreamer normally dreams about what they see themselves doing in the future. A realist often times deals with the here and now. What do you call someone who does not lack ambition but has no concrete future plans.
I remember when I got old enough to go to middle school I felt I was a day away from being able to be out on my own. I recall saying to my grandmother I can't wait to finish school so I could leave and never come back. My future goal was to be a child psychiatrist at that point in my life. I wanted to make sure that in the future whenever I did have children I would have all the right education and resources to make them as well rounded as possible. I wanted to understand them and make them the best people they could be. I loved children. I was really good with children growing up. I used to babysit. When ever I had the opportunity I had the patience to teach children to read, write, and do math beyond their years. My grandmother even used to tell me often I would never have children because I was too good with them.
With my granddaughters I feel like I am at a higher level of communication. I call it Communication 401 because I'm still learning. The world has changed drastically. I feel sorry that they have to endure so much more nonsense than I or my children had to endure. Peer pressure is fierce. We now have to worry about them be pressured for drugs, substance abuse, sex, sexual orientation, gang membership and Lord only knows what else.
Grand children are grand. They are like little precious diamonds internally welded in your heart and soul. Most people see no wrong their own children do. When it comes to grandchildren it is different. You see all the wrong they do but it is not wronged if you get my drift. Children will even comment you would have never let me get away with saying that. Or you would have never let me get away with doing that. I remember the looks I would give my children and my eyes would tell them you better not do that. It makes for good when you be conditioning them with your looks not to chastise their own child in front of me. It amazes me how it just seems so coincidental I'm standing behind one of my grandchildren when I know their mother is about to lose it smiling. My children are more authoritative and disciplinarians than I am myself. They have no mercy. A child is supposed to be a child.
My grandchildren are not bad. They do silly stuff, stuff to see how far they can go, one has a mouth all her own. They don't do any outwardly bad acts of behavior. Just little random get on your nerve type stuff.
For the most part they just like to have fun. The one who likes to have the most fun just says "Grandma Lynne you're funny." She thinks I'm the mess. She has let me know several times her other grandmother is nothing like me. I'm the funny Grandma and the other one doesn't act silly like me.
