Trisher, your remarks suggest I am a reluctant carer when with my grand children. I am nothing of the sort. I throw myself into the role wholeheartedly.
I have been a granny for six years now. I have raised four children of my own too, so I know all about making everyday mundane situations into fun games. We laugh, giggle do lots together and I am probably guilty of spoiling the children a little too, because I love them dearly.
However, the tie and responsibility of childcare is very real. It's that which is not my favourite thing. If I had a choice between a day to do whatever I wanted, when I wanted, or the obligation of getting up early, packing my bags with meds and other necessary bits and pieces and driving with OH through the rush hour traffic of TWO towns so we could be with a five month old, and feed him, change his nappy, coo over him, stimulate him, watch a bit of daytime TV, change him, feed him, coo over him, wrap him up to go for a walk, sooth him..etc, etc, etc and be stuck there until 6pm, and then drive almost thirty miles back home in heavy traffic, I'd choose a day to myself. I do find being stuck with that routine quite boring and confining, and so does OH.
Given most of my life, until last summer was about raising children, alone, working full time, caring for a frail, elder!y parent, and supporting my adult children, their children and now the family of the youngest grandchild, we have no qualms in feeling life should be our own now, for the limited time we have left. Don't we all have more days behind us than we do in front of us?
I Iove the baby dearly, he is a joy. We will continue to support his parents when they need us, but we don't want to do it on a regular basis, that's all.
I know how to make mud pies, cornflake cakes, rockets from toilet roll holders, I know Peppa Pig's family tree, and that Mildred Hubble is the Worst Witch and I can laugh when little one decides to soak me with a jet as I change his nappy. I too put on my wellies to splash in puddles and kick up fallen Autumn leaves.
I am not a reluctant granny. We just, for once in our lives, choose freedom over the responsibility of a commitment every week to childcare. To be accused of ' not loving him enough' is quite hurtful.