We are given children and we become parents. We nurture them. We support their every need. We watch them grow, gritting our teeth through the tough times, loving them even when they tell you they want new parents. We hold our breath as they take their first steps and then again when they take their big steps….. first day of school, first date, first job. And then, just about the time you are ready to be put out to the parenthood pasture, they make you a grandpa.
You get to start all over, maybe even fix a few of your mistakes. You once again get to feel a tiny hand in yours just like you felt so long ago. You get to see the wonder and awe of every new thing through their innocent eyes. You get to watch the progress of life all over again, and somehow, as different as it is, it is somehow so strangely the same.
This time around, you get to be the spoiler when you want to. You get to call everything an adventure and declare every day a McDonald’s day. After all, why shouldn’t each day have a happy meal. You get to be the historian, reliving the past with stories and recreating it with activities. You might even get to rebuild the clubhouse their mom played in as a little girl. Oh it’s a bit bigger this time around and even a tad fancier, but that’s just what grandpas do. And when they climb up into their clubhouse, the smile on their face makes all the aches and pains of a now much older carpenter, go magically away.
But what’s the greatest thing about being a grandpa. Simply put…..everything. They say life begins again after forty or whatever age you pick, but I say life begins again with the birth of each new grandchild. It’s life’s sequel playing out before your very eyes and once again you are given a supporting role.
Glad to be Opa and pleased with the gift of a second go round.