Lately my daughter has started asking about her grandparents. Each time, she has taken me by surprise and I haven’t figured what to tell her yet.
I try my very best to always tell her the truth, I realized that we need to established a relationship based on honesty even at such tender age of 4, children may be young but they are not stupid.
So why am I hesitant regarding my reply to her? We only have one living grandmother and she does not reside in America but most importantly hasn’t played an active role in our children’s lives.
Up till now it’s been ok and we do get by, our lives are busy with various other granny’s from our church who genuinely loves them. There is a part a grandparent plays in the lives of their children and I must admit that it is lacking in our children lives.
I don’t get bugged down by things that are out of my control; I comfort myself with the fact that at least we still have one that is living. My father is dead, both Adey’s parents are also late and none of them got to see our children. While it is not a source of sadness, it would have been nice to have them around to share some stories and family histories.
So what is the solution to my daughter’s request for granny? It may sound crazy but can’t we hire a granny? I am sure there are many grannies out there without their children living close by that can give love to a little girl or boy.
Would we have to pay them for their services? I know that we are not the only one experiencing this,so what kind of solutions have others found to fill this void?
As much as I believe in blood relatives, I also believe that those you have around you here and now are your family. We are not all lucky to have our parent living in the same State talk less of the same Country. Due to international laws, there are visa restrictions and even whereby that is not the issue you can’t have granny there always.
My late grandma, Mama as she was fondly called by all who knew her died in 2004. She was loving, warm and loves nothing but to spoil us rotten. My best holidays were spent with her; she specialized in giving us all the food that my mom would disapprove of, lol. Oh we loved it. She lived for God and dragged us to church 5am daily. God helps that child caught sleeping in church; a sharp painful pinch will knock some sense into you, lol. Oh yes that was my grandma.
While she was alive I didn’t realize what a legacy she was leaving behind. She was a prayer warrior, a loving grandma; she lived to serve God, her children, grandchildren and her community. When Mama died I know then that I needed to step up my prayer life, had it not been for Mama’s prayers I simply don’t know where I would be today.
When I grow up, I already have a template for the kind of grandma I would aspire to be like. Just like my grandma – Mama, may your soul rest in perfect peace Chief Adebayo. I miss you now and always.