In May 2011, I thought my life was headed toward the good times.
My daughter graduated from high school and would be moving out on her own
within a couple of years. My special needs son had an established routine of
work and adult day program. I was newly married and in the middle of remodeling
our home. I had only four years left to work. Then I could travel or
do nothing. I longed for time to actually make something I saw on Pinterest,
for time alone with my already retired husband, for time to just be carefree.
Yes, I was going to be sitting easy. That
was my plan.
Just two months later, my plan changed
when my 7-year-old granddaughter came to live with us. Her moving in with us
was not simple because it also brought many court/lawyer/mediator visits along
with a tremendous financial cost, but I had to do it. Her parents did not make
wise choices with their lives, and she needed to be protected. If you are a
grandparent, you probably agree that the love for a grandchild is so different
from the love for a child. Our role is to have fun with them and enjoy
their growth without having to be as responsible as we were with their parents.
So much for my plan.
Even though my granddaughter is a very
easy-going child, the transition into our household was difficult. She missed
her mom and dad, and like most kids, held on to the belief that she would go
back to live with them. My marriage of six months was under tremendous strain. My
college freshman wasn’t pleased with having to share her room with a first
grader. My special needs son suddenly didn’t get all the attention anymore. I
felt caught in the middle with trying to please everyone. My role shifted
from the spoiler to the disciplinarian, a role no grandparent wants. I was
supposed to be the person who supplied the fun and excitement for her while her
parents took care of the rules.
My situation is not a unique one. In the U.S., almost 7.8 million
children are living in homes where grandparents or other relatives are the
caregivers. Grandparents are raising 5.8 million and other relatives care for
the remaining 2 million.
Now, three years later, I found a manual for this very situation
that I wish I had known about earlier –
Grandparents as Parents: A Survival Guide for Raising a Second Family by
Sylvie de Toledo and Deborah Edler Brown. This book should be provided free of
charge to every grandparent raising his or her grandchildren.
The content covers every topic a GAP might experience. It is a
support group in itself because there are different stories and situations about parental death, abandonment, addiction, mental illness, etc. The authors included information on government aid, legal issues, education, setting boundaries, and
just surviving from one day to the next. I also found information about actual
support groups in the area.
I counted my blessings when I read about the 70+-year-old grandparents
now raising a newborn, the ones living in a one-bedroom apartment with four
grandchildren and the ones who have to choose between their grandchildren and
spouse.
The past three years have been hard, to say the least; however, my
family, especially my granddaughter, has learned to roll with it. She has gone
from an extremely shy little girl to one who now has lots of friends. She’s
involved in dance, chorus and church and is also an excellent student who
rarely misbehaves.
We are all so proud of her. My husband, who had no grandchildren of his own, has taken care of her when she’s sick, hauled her to activities, listened to countless read-aloud books and attended recitals. My special needs son has learned to just ignore her when she gets on his nerves or she gets more attention than he. My daughter moved on to college and her own apartment. And I’m in the rut again of daycare, checking homework and elementary school open house.
We are all so proud of her. My husband, who had no grandchildren of his own, has taken care of her when she’s sick, hauled her to activities, listened to countless read-aloud books and attended recitals. My special needs son has learned to just ignore her when she gets on his nerves or she gets more attention than he. My daughter moved on to college and her own apartment. And I’m in the rut again of daycare, checking homework and elementary school open house.
Richard and Cloee carved a one-of-a-kind crazy pumpkin for Halloween. |
Christmas 2013 -- a typical, ordinary disfuntional family pose. |
It’s not the path I envisioned that I would travel at my age;
however, it’s the one I have. Is it fair? Probably not, but as I’ve said in an
earlier post, fair is where you get cotton candy. I, like the other 5.8 million grandparents who had to shift roles, care for our grandchildren because of one reason -- the extraordinary love we have for them.
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