I have a son and a daughter, and five grandchildren, ages from 16-21.
Much as I love my GC, my own children, well in their 40’s, will always be first in my heart.
A friend reminded me that when she was expecting her first baby, I apparently said to her; “No one can tell you what it feels like (to become a mother), but when you hold that baby in your arms, you’ll know”. I’m sure that the GC’s parents feel that, which is absolutely right.
I still recall that feeling, that I would willingly die for my children.
And when I visit DD in Australia, if all the family are waiting at the Arrivals barrier, it’s still her that I am looking out for.