With Grandparents Day coming up on September 12, it got me thinking about my kids’ relationship with my parents. Often, I find myself wishing they were just a bit closer. It’s been a rough couple of years, between the pandemic and my son’s severe motion sickness and car anxiety problems, and even thought my parents don’t live that far away, getting to see them over the past couple of years has been tough.
For much of last year, we kept our distance like everyone else
As soon as my son can travel more easily, I have grand plans of going over to visit
I want them to get to go play in their huge backyard, where I played as a child. I want them to sled down the hill in the winter and blow bubbles there in the summer.
If my parents are up for it, I want my kids to have sleepovers there and play with ancient artifacts like landline phones, calculators, and a VCR. Going to grandma and grandpa’s house is almost like stepping back in time. I want my kids to experience things from my childhood in all their glory and the people that made me who I am today.
I want them to know and love my parents the way I do — before it’s too late.
