For so many years a Mother is known only as Mikes Mom or Michelle's Mom, or JD or Liz's Mom. As a Mom, your Children is all the identification needed. And its all good.
When seated or standing at one of the kids functions, and introductions are made, simply stating whose parent you are, is all that is necessary. An instant understanding between us adults.
Now my Children are all adults, with their own Mom and Dad, identifications. Leaving me with, What?
Yes, I am still a Wife and that identification is there. But, honestly, cooking dinner and washing dirty socks, is not quite as full filling as Motherhood was.
I am also a Daughter, a Sister, and a Grandmother. In all honesty, those roles, are not as fulfilling either.
Granny, Grandma, Heyma, are the terms used by my youngest generation. I don't care what they call me, just with they would call me! I struggle with this identity. Would love to have them over, because they want to spend time with me. Working on a project, or simply just talking or playing is so nice and I truly live for times like that.
However, as these youngster's, enter the tween or teen years, its more of a battle. Walk in the door and head for the computers. The only time I hear Grandma, is when a site or game they are attempting to play, will not load. Or perhaps when they get hungry. Any attempt to distract them does not go well.
Oh, maybe we will just stay out of the house. Run to the store perhaps? No, that leads to the buy me this or buy me that struggles. I have no problems getting them a treat along the lines of a new toy, or reading material, or even candy of some sort. Its the I need new shoes, I don't have any socks, or even once, it was a 99.99 , plush animal bed pillow??? Seriously.
We even went so far as to purchase a game system . A Wii. No interest in that either.
Kids in this age group are so stimulated, that a quiet evening at Grandmas is more like punishment.
So, the Grandma identity, is not going so well.
Not sure where life's twist and turns will guide me next. I do have a need to get re- focused.
That was lost two years ago , with the diagnosis of Cancer. Apparently, I am not going to die. Its time to get off my duff, find myself, and do something.
When seated or standing at one of the kids functions, and introductions are made, simply stating whose parent you are, is all that is necessary. An instant understanding between us adults.
Now my Children are all adults, with their own Mom and Dad, identifications. Leaving me with, What?
Yes, I am still a Wife and that identification is there. But, honestly, cooking dinner and washing dirty socks, is not quite as full filling as Motherhood was.
I am also a Daughter, a Sister, and a Grandmother. In all honesty, those roles, are not as fulfilling either.
Granny, Grandma, Heyma, are the terms used by my youngest generation. I don't care what they call me, just with they would call me! I struggle with this identity. Would love to have them over, because they want to spend time with me. Working on a project, or simply just talking or playing is so nice and I truly live for times like that.
However, as these youngster's, enter the tween or teen years, its more of a battle. Walk in the door and head for the computers. The only time I hear Grandma, is when a site or game they are attempting to play, will not load. Or perhaps when they get hungry. Any attempt to distract them does not go well.
Oh, maybe we will just stay out of the house. Run to the store perhaps? No, that leads to the buy me this or buy me that struggles. I have no problems getting them a treat along the lines of a new toy, or reading material, or even candy of some sort. Its the I need new shoes, I don't have any socks, or even once, it was a 99.99 , plush animal bed pillow??? Seriously.
We even went so far as to purchase a game system . A Wii. No interest in that either.
Kids in this age group are so stimulated, that a quiet evening at Grandmas is more like punishment.
So, the Grandma identity, is not going so well.
Not sure where life's twist and turns will guide me next. I do have a need to get re- focused.
That was lost two years ago , with the diagnosis of Cancer. Apparently, I am not going to die. Its time to get off my duff, find myself, and do something.
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