An observation for the Random Thoughts Provoked by a Gransnet Thread shelf: before I had grandkids I didn't actively want them, nor did I actively not want them; I don't think I thought about it at all. I think I knew, somehow—perhaps from a long ago conversation, or by the fact that when Minibags was born and they were rising eighteen and twenty, they were thrilled and enchanted—that my already grown up daughters wanted kids at some stage, but that's as far as it ever went.
Then DD1 rang me one day to tell me she was pregnant (unplanned but she and partner were happy about it). It was very exciting. Minibags became an aunty at the age of eight. Since then they've had another child and I think both my grandsons are fabulous, as are their parents.
I'm not very hands on because of geographical distance and because DD and son-out-law are extremely competent. They are closer geographically to the paternal grandparents, who were also freer than me to travel, and through them get to see their numerous cousins on that side of the family, which is great. I didn't have any cousins until I was twelve and then only two all told, one of whom has a daughter the same age as Minibags.
Families are all different. Minibags told me a year or so ago that she didn't want to have kids. My response?... Shrug, wotevs; your life, your choice. She's already sounding less certain about that 
what is this behavior called does it have a name?
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