No grandparent will say they love their grandkids more than their own children, but there is a feeling present that was not felt as a parent. I’ve been chewing on that since spending the weekend with granddaughter Kate, age two and a half, and Owen, age six and a half months.
I think I have figured it out. As parents, we never have the opportunity to simply sit down and give our minds totally to watching and enjoying our children. A part of a parent’s brain is always on alert, is always thinking and planning for the children’s needs, even when they are asleep.
As I watched my son and daughter-in-law, both of whom are employed full-time, constantly devote their time during the weekend to their children’s needs, I realized that grandpa could simply sit back, watch, and do nothing but enjoy the company of two great kids.
Yep, I think I am getting the hang of being a grandfather.