Saw my granddaughters Reagan (10) and Morgan (7) this weekend. The weather was horrible, we are in a rental a few hours away and it seemed we did more driving than visiting. Although we did have time for a great dinner at home, watching the movie Zootopia, and playing a game that involved headbands and guessing about the card you could not see placed in your headband. When we left (in less than 24 hours) I felt that I just didn’t get to share as much as I had hoped. But, we had long standing dinner plans, so that made us feel we needed to stay with our plans and leave.
The truth is, the lifestyle we have now is not making it easy to be a fabulous grandmother. We used to have a house in the northeast, which though a couple of hours away from our daughter and her family, allowed them to come visit for a weekend multiple times in the late spring and summer months. Having sold that house and having our home base now in Tucson while we spend the late spring and summer in various rentals around the country, we do not have a convenient home base to host our children/grandchildren. Of course we can visit them, which we are doing, but we can’t have them “come to our house” except for their trip/s to Tucson – which is far away from their base in the New York suburbs.
There are several reasons we made the choice to switch up our lifestyle that include age, health, and preferences of how we want to spend our older years. We do believe we have made the best choice for us. But I am beginning to own that it was not the best choice for our granddaughters. They just don’t have the casual time in our house they used to and really do not get as much quality time with us as they did. And that is making me blue.
It seems this is like much of life – making a choice for one thing, means something else, or someone else gets less. And certainly this is the case here. And now, I am trying to get my balance about that. Trying to reconcile being fabulous while being a bit less so in the grandmother role. What I am slowly discovering is that I need to get more creative – and lose the guilt. Guilt doesn’t help and truly I do not need to feel guilty for choosing an option that essentially is best for my husband and myself.
Believing that my responsibilities include being a good, if not great, grandmother, dictates that I consider the consequences of some of my choices and adjust. So I am now committing to more of iPhone’s FaceTime, and virtual connection and more visits and special trips planned in advance that build quality time. I am going to stop being blue and start being more organized about having my granddaughters always know I care about them and see them as a priority. Which means, that my total flexibility to see lots of different friends when we are in rentals near our children has to get cut back – I cannot see all the people we want to and meet my top goals. I now realize that I have to be willing to do that even though it means some friendships will have to fall by the wayside to make room for being more available and flexible for our granddaughters.
This blog has been hard to write. I keep waiting for things in my life to get easier. But life keeps reminding me that as Dr. Scott Peck said: “life is difficult” and takes persistence and work and moving parts around the table and changing and readjusting.
No, I don’t have to stop making the best choices for Bill and myself, but I have to admit and rearrange my life to make sure what is second, third and fourth in my life can all get done. While the lure of whining is great – the truth endures. Watch what happens when choices start to bring consequences (every one of them does) – and make the adjustments you need to. Life really is a continuous round of learning – and learning always has been at the heart of being fabulous. I can go back to being a fabulous grandmother if I make the right adjustments.
Yes, dear fabulous sisters, it always comes down to this sometimes very uncomfortable truth – WE have to do the changing. Fabulous doesn’t work any other way.