One of my grandsons was devoted to me. From being a baby we cared for him three days a week up until he was five and somtimes over the weekend. If the telephone rang he would dash and pick it up saying "I'm not coming home" they moved but I made sure I spent lots of time with him. He would never never want to go out with his friends if I was there. If we were all going out and taking two cars he would insist on coming In my car. He's 12 now and I knew it was coming to an end. The family are here now and today for the first time he's gone out with his mum rather than me. I want to weep. I know it's normal. But it hurts. I'll get used to it but for now I best pull myself together and get ready to take his little brother out and enjoy him. I have another three younger so lots more nannying days ahead to look forward to. But this one hurt a lot...the price of love eh!
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