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A Day with the Grands

I just spent a couple of days with the Grands, which is what I affectionately call my grandkids. I am rewarding myself for my survival skills by imbibing a few strong margaritas this evening, if that tells you anything. God got it right by giving children to the young. Mia and Preslee are only 11 months apart in age and being 3 and 2, they have not mastered the concept of sharing, or enjoying a fine meal, but I’ll leave that discussion for another time. They get along famously for about a nanosecond, or 15 minutes (who’s counting)…and then one of them picks up a discarded toy and the fight starts. The toy in question could have been abandoned to the trash heap for months. All it takes is for the other one to show an interest and suddenly it becomes abandoner’s most cherished possession.

Bill Cosby once said something to the effect that parents don’t care about justice, they just want quiet. There is a lot of truth to that, and it goes double for grandparents. I feel sorry for my Grands because their Honey (which is what they call me) is a smartass with the vocabulary of a sailor, plus I have an advanced degree in sarcasm. As I think about it, I’m surprised their parents let me anywhere near them. I may not be known as their “sweet” grandmother, but I will be the ‘fun’ one.

Fortunately, Joe’s kids don’t yet know the extent of my depravity, as I’ve been on, if not my best at least better behavior around them. Joe’s son and daughter-in-law, Robert and Bonnie, have two precious little boys, Jonah, 18 months and Evan, 4 weeks. I’ll admit I don’t have the foggiest notion about what to do with little boys. I had two girls and each of them have had a girl. I don’t ‘get’ trucks and baseballs and frogs. I know all about dressing up as a princess but not playing in the dirt. I’ve got some learning to do.

All this brings me around to the new journey I’m embarking on over the next few months. I am training my replacement at work. Mind you, I’ve been at Sentry Management, a firm that does financial advising for banks and high worth individuals, for almost 22 years and from the first week they were in business. I started before we even had a client and now we have over $6.5 billion under management. It’s been a great career and a great place to work…and it’s coming to an end.

I’ve got big things on the horizon. The biggest being my wedding in October. Joe and I are getting married on the 5th anniversary of our first date and I’m extremely happy. I will be blogging more about that happy event in the coming months, but let me just say…Best. FiancĂ©. Ever. And I can’t wait to be his wife, but I digress. I have been lamenting the limited amount of time that I get to spend with the Grands between my limited time in Wichita Falls and my even more limited time in the Metroplex.

I’ve been concerned, with me spending most of my time in Midland, that the grandkids were going to grow up without being close to or really knowing us. His solution? Quit work and spend time with the kids. Is he great or what? Still, I’ve worked since I was 15 and I’ve never let a man support me, so the idea of not working is a foreign concept to me, especially when the work in question is a job I’ve had for 20+ years. The thought of quitting caused me angst for a long time, but I’ve finally reached the point where I’m looking forward to my ‘retirement’ and the spoiling of the grandkids. I’m blessed that I have someone in my life that thinks that this is a worthwhile pursuit and supports me in my new role. Fair warning to the Grands, Honey is in the house.