when my parents found out that they were going to be grandparents, they were excited, but they did not think that it would be life changing. my parents have a great life, they live in a beautiful part of the country, they travel alot, sometimes for months at a time, they can do what they want when they want. and they like that. i can remember my mom saying that they were excited about having a grandchild, but they were still going to live their life, their world was not going to revolve around my child, and they were just fine living some 2000 miles away from said child. boy were they wrong!
my parents are absolutely over the moon. they think chace is the best thing since sliced bread! they felt the same way about cooper, and i think that his loss affects how they see chace, as well. they love him more, cherish him more, spoil him more, because cooper's loss hurt them deeply, in ways that i hope i will never experience. they grieved for their grandchild, but they also had to watch their first born hurt, something no parent wants to see.
they want to be where chace is, they want to know what he is doing, every little detail is important. my dad shows his patients pictures of chace on his iphone and lights up in a way i have never seen at the very mention of "the boy." i don't think that my parents loved me or my my brothers less, but the love they have for chace is more "pure."with grandchildren there are no expectations, no disappointments, no wondering if you made the right parenting decision, or if they are going to need years of therapy. it is unconditional love in the purest sense.
now that my parents have been proven wrong about life as a grandparent. they are on a quest to get us to move to santa fe. there are some appealing aspects to this proposition: sun, blue skies, warmer winters, the mountains, skiing, lots of opportunities for ph to make money and the food, but there are some downsides. and there is an inordinate amount of financial risk. we do talk about it, but i think it is only talk.
but then again, i said this to ph as he was getting out of bed this morning ( i was sound asleep), " call me if you go to santa fe."
i wonder what that means....