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I felt like Alice stepping through the looking glass, leaving my sure-footed world behind as I tumbled into the topsy-turvy, crazy-in-love world of grandparenting.
I felt like Alice stepping through the looking glass, leaving my sure-footed world behind as I tumbled into the topsy-turvy, crazy-in-love world of grandparenting.
What is it about parents that they think because they enjoyed something in their youth, their children will be just as thrilled about doing the same thing? I am one of those parents. My daughter is one of those kids.
“You know Muhammad Ali loves babies,” a woman behind me said, grinning at my son who had calmed down. “Yes,” I responded even though I really didn’t. It hadn’t mattered to know that before.
My first grandchild is due any day now and I’ve got two words of advice for his parents: Hold on.
I realized that this was the last time I’d get you up for school. This particular morning was the final day of your senior year.
This time when she launches the regret-having-kids question, I don’t reply immediately as I typically do. Now that she’s 14, maybe I have a different answer for her.