To all you sad Nanna's out there I thought I should offer you another viewpoint.
I didn't have contact with my parents after I had children. When my children were 12 and 14 I suddenly asked myself what example I was setting my children. Was I teaching them that what grown-ups do is not speak to their parents?
I arranged to go and visit my parents. It was a nightmare journey - I didn't really want to go and managed to get comprehensively lost, so turned up late, children starving, prepared lunch ruined etc.
My parents were so thrilled to see me that I didn't have the heart to go home when they asked me to stay the night. Can't remember how we managed - no clean knickers, no toothbrushes.
It was worth the effort though. My Dad died a couple of years after I got in touch. My children have a better and closer understanding of me by seeing where I'm from. Time is a great healer. My mother is no longer the women that I remembered, and I have changed to. We have managed to build a new relationship. My Mum's already seen more of my 2 year old GD than she ever did of my children.
There's always hope.
This weather is getting me down. Is it May or March?







