notatallmagic
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- Oct 21, 2014
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Sensitive issue/topic for me - still after many years...
I was the only one of my four siblings who had children and lived in the same town with our widowed mom. When I became a single parent, my mom asked to watch my kids, and my siblings told her/me that wasn't ALLOWED, since it wouldn't be "fair". So I paid over 30% of my income for daycare for two preschoolers; they were in daycare 12 hours/day, with my retired mom lonely and two blocks away.
She even had to "ask permission" from my siblings to watch them one day/week during the summer - and those moments were some of my kids' happiest childhood memories (yes, I get the disfunction).
I found out later that she used to sneak over to their daycare (the ladies there were wonderful - and I am so grateful for that) and check my kids out whenever my sister was out of town because she so loved spending time with them. Fast forward to the two years before my mom died - she told me and my kids multiple times how much she resented being told that she couldn't watch her two in town grandkids because somehow it wouldn't be "fair" for her to have a closer relationship with them; it was our CHOICE to move back to our small town, because I so wanted my kids to grow up close to their grandma (my one set of grandparents were super special to me). Other people made different choices.
Even after that "prohibition" on time spent together, my kids saw their Nana every. single. day when mom was in Assisted Living and the siblings weren't gatekeeping and isolating her. The siblings? Stole her money (2), never paid rent (20 years (1) and never came to see her that last two years (all 3).
Sore subject for me. My mom loved being a grandma, and probably would have paid ME to spend time with my kids. As it was, they were able to spend enough precious hours with her, so that she is their most treasured human; my 16 year old son calls her "his angel" and the "most precious human ever alive". When my daughter graduated, she wrote several essays on the impact her Nana had on her life. I miss her every single day.
I hope someday I can be that special and impactful for my grandkids, whatever the scenario. I got married late and have traveled, worked, and done pretty much everything I wanted to accomplish. If I am blessed enough to have grandkids, I'll be there as much as I can be.
I was the only one of my four siblings who had children and lived in the same town with our widowed mom. When I became a single parent, my mom asked to watch my kids, and my siblings told her/me that wasn't ALLOWED, since it wouldn't be "fair". So I paid over 30% of my income for daycare for two preschoolers; they were in daycare 12 hours/day, with my retired mom lonely and two blocks away.
She even had to "ask permission" from my siblings to watch them one day/week during the summer - and those moments were some of my kids' happiest childhood memories (yes, I get the disfunction).
I found out later that she used to sneak over to their daycare (the ladies there were wonderful - and I am so grateful for that) and check my kids out whenever my sister was out of town because she so loved spending time with them. Fast forward to the two years before my mom died - she told me and my kids multiple times how much she resented being told that she couldn't watch her two in town grandkids because somehow it wouldn't be "fair" for her to have a closer relationship with them; it was our CHOICE to move back to our small town, because I so wanted my kids to grow up close to their grandma (my one set of grandparents were super special to me). Other people made different choices.
Even after that "prohibition" on time spent together, my kids saw their Nana every. single. day when mom was in Assisted Living and the siblings weren't gatekeeping and isolating her. The siblings? Stole her money (2), never paid rent (20 years (1) and never came to see her that last two years (all 3).
Sore subject for me. My mom loved being a grandma, and probably would have paid ME to spend time with my kids. As it was, they were able to spend enough precious hours with her, so that she is their most treasured human; my 16 year old son calls her "his angel" and the "most precious human ever alive". When my daughter graduated, she wrote several essays on the impact her Nana had on her life. I miss her every single day.
I hope someday I can be that special and impactful for my grandkids, whatever the scenario. I got married late and have traveled, worked, and done pretty much everything I wanted to accomplish. If I am blessed enough to have grandkids, I'll be there as much as I can be.