Every time my kids visit their grandma, they come back brimming with joy. It’s as if a weekend at Grandma’s rejuvenates them as much as a luxurious spa retreat would for me. They return more relaxed, content, and carefree. What secret formula does she possess that I seem to lack?
I had an epiphany during a recent morning stroll when I encountered a grandfather and his young granddaughter. In just a few moments of observing their joyful interaction, I realized where I might be missing the mark. My mom embodies the essence of grandparenting—she possesses a wealth of parenting knowledge acquired through years of experience, having raised one generation and now delighting in the next. I can hardly wait to embrace that role myself someday.
The little girl, no older than two, was dressed in a sagging pink princess pull-up, shirtless and barefoot, her hair a glorious mess. She sported remnants of peanut butter and jelly smeared across her cheeks. They were on a leisurely walk, her energy infectious as she pointed out trees and clouds while helping her grandpa call for their dog. He trailed behind, equally carefree, playfully shouting, “Come back here!” only to hear her repeat it with a giggle, “Omm ack ear!”
In that moment, they were completely lost in their world, cherishing every second together. I couldn’t help but reflect on my own experiences with my boys when they were toddlers. While I recall the joy of those moments, I also remember the undercurrent of anxiety that accompanied them. I was constantly worrying about being outside, ensuring they were properly dressed and clean, and adhering to a strict schedule that dictated our day.
The “schedule” always loomed large. Time felt more like a checklist than something to be enjoyed. We had playgroups to attend, naptimes to observe, and milestones to check off. It struck me that this grandpa had likely abandoned any notion of a schedule long ago, yet there he was, fully engaged, demonstrating a level of patience and presence that I wish I could have embraced during my own parenting journey. How I wish I could have learned from him earlier.
If I could turn back time, I would cherish more days of wandering outdoors with my kids—allowing them to be barefoot in their saggy diapers, reveling in the simple joys of life, rather than fretting over the day’s agenda. I would have tossed aside my watch, my lists, and all those rigid schedules. Because, in the end, those things didn’t really matter. I would have savored every moment, realizing that time spent together—imperfect and unhurried—was the true essence of parenting.
As I bid farewell to the little girl and her grandpa, I couldn’t help but look forward to the day I get to welcome my own grandchildren. I envision endless fun filled with lazy days and the freedom to be imperfect, which I’ve come to understand is actually perfect.
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Summary
The author reflects on the difference between parenting and grandparenting, highlighting how grandparents enjoy a unique perspective that prioritizes joy and presence over schedules and checklists. After observing a joyful grandfather-granddaughter duo, she wishes she had embraced a more carefree approach with her own children, focusing on the simple pleasures of life rather than adhering to strict routines. The piece conveys a longing for the freedom to enjoy parenting without anxiety, looking forward to the joys of grandparenting in the future.