Everything
I know about being a grandparent came from observing two of the best in
their natural habitat. My mother and daddy loved being grandparents, to
the point of barely acknowledging their own children once those
children produced off-spring. They cooed and baby-talked and cuddled and
kissed the wee ones, read to and over-fed the toddlers, and spoiled
rotten the children/teens/young adults from there on out.
I
studied their grandparenting skills as one would study animals in the
wild because the experience I had with my own grandparents was not at
all what my daughter experienced with Mother and Daddy. I’m guessing it
was a generational thing.
For
whatever reason my grandparents weren’t very touchy-feely. I loved them, and they
loved me (I assume), but I don’t remember spending much, if any, time
alone with them. They lived elsewhere, and the rest of the family were
always around. Some hugging, maybe a kiss on the
cheek, a little small talk, then back to the business at
hand – cooking, adult-talking, farm chores, whatever. We could tag along
or not, but none of this centered on us.
I mean, just look at that picture. Grandpa reading to a lap-full of his little grandchildren. They're all settled in, paying attention, feeling the love.
Both Daddy and Mother pulled out all the love-stops where their grandchildren were concerned. And it didn't take a genius to figure out their grandparenting blueprint. It was all about always showing grandkids how much they were loved, paying attention to little things, and being generous with their hugs and time. (OK, and slipping the kids some spendable green stuff when they got older.) Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
That's pretty much all you need to know about how to be a grandparent. I know. Because I got to study two of the best for years.