All my Friends Have Grandchildren

Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a grandmother catching a grandchild falling from the sky.Dear Friend who is Suffering Aching Throbbing Pain;

“Knives cutting through your heart,” you wrote to me. I’m sorry it hurts so much to see your lost dreams being lived by others around you. And I understand your “trying to sound happy” for your friends boasting of children graduating and getting married, for friends who get to vacation with their dozen or more grandchildren and are great-grandparents five times over. Yes, my heart has been shredded too. Having only one immediate family member (who lives far away), I often feel like a lone lost orphan myself.

Oh, bleeding heart. Violins are playing for what we’ve lost and all those things we will never have or get to experience. My suffering friend, we need to change that sad song or all this aching throbbing pain will make us sick. It will poison our lives. We have enough to mourn over without grieving the crazy-happy households of our past, the perfect problem-free progeny we’d always imagined, precious grandbabies video-taped all over Facebook … all the things we can’t have.

I’m not going to tell you we have to be grateful for what we do have. I’m not going to remind us that we can’t have everything, or that you and I really lead exquisitely privileged lives and there are infinitely more terrible tragedies in the world than not having a grandchild.

Life doesn’t last. Nothing lasts. Children leave home, grandchildren grow up, people we love die. And they leave empty black holes in our hearts. We need to learn to fill these with whomever or whatever is left, and allow ourselves to still love, and be loved. Easier said than done. This can be a lifelong project.

We can improvise. We can create. Dedicate our energies elsewhere. Volunteer. Find a cause, fund a foundation, or organize a food drive. Plant a forest. Mentor someone or adopt, (there’s gotta be a young child out there somewhere who needs a grandmother). Fill your life with other things. It’s all distractions. But they are opportunities to lose yourself and find yourself. And you might just make a difference in someone else’s life.

And when all these distractions are done for the day, when your most-fortunate friends disappear into their happy homes and you’re left alone with your pain, the best thing you can do is learn to love that aching throbbing pain. Because, reduced down to its common denominator, that pain is simply the love you still have for your beloved and the dreams that died when they did. So grab up the box of tissues, and wrap yourself in a warm blanket, and love your pain. Like it’s your grandchild.

 

How many grandchildren do YOU have? I really like seeing pics of people and their grandchildren. They make me smile. Can dogs be good substitutes for grandchildren?

 

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4 thoughts on “All my Friends Have Grandchildren

  1. Elaine Mansfield

    I get it Robin. I’m a little jealous of friends with grandkids, and I ache for that lack. I think I would have made a terrific grandmother. I imagine playing in the stream and getting lost in the woods. For now, I fill the gap with granddogs. I’m glad you have one of those. On the other hand, I love your idea of adopting a grandchild. I wonder how that could be pulled off. It should be possible. Why doesn’t Lifelong have such a program? I’d suggest you get the program going, but I’m reading your posts backwards tonight, so know you’re on to other great ideas.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      I’ve heard there is a Surrogate Grandparents page on Facebook and also there are programs, Adopt-A-Grandparent, for teenagers and college students to be paired up with elderly persons. Still haven’t explored Facebook’s offering though. As in my dating, I prefer not to do online matching sites. Would rather find “my date” or my “grandchild” the hard way, in person or through referral by friends. But as you wrote, I’m onto other things. Great ideas, maybe. Grandkids may or may not happen. Somehow I keep “adopting” people all the time. Maybe the ones I find next will be young enough to be considered as grandchild-types.

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  2. Lynne Taetzsch

    Beautifully said, Robin.

    I am blessed with two grandchildren and three step-grandchildren. I know how fortunate I am, and treasure every moment with them.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Sigh. Well, maybe there’s still a chance for step-grandchildren. Never considered that category before. Except, I think that would involve picking up a husband along the way. Not sure that’s something I’m craving. Cheers, Lynne.

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