I joined an online group last night for relatives raising children. Obviously I am a grandparent raising grandchildren. Lately I have been feeling a bit isolated and needing to find some other people like me. It seems I have never been at the right time or age. First married I was raising school aged kids. So most of the other parents I came in contact with then were around 30. A little older, a little more wiser. Then I had Mike and was raising teens. I was all of 25 at that point. Fast forward to now I am 53 and raising little kids. Most people my age are done, or nearly so, raising kids.
Today I told the group my story and I got so many positive replies. My words rang true for a lot of people. Many completely understood and others felt it in words for the first time as their own. And I felt another weight lifted off my shoulders. I found my tribe.
Today was a glorious day. No rain, no wind. Just nice. So the littles asked to go for a walk. Yes, they asked. Wow, wonders never cease. So we walked down to the park and they played and searched for treasures. Then we continued on trying to find where the big gaggle of geese were coming from. We found a whole bunch of houses and some wetlands. But we did not find the geese. What I noticed is I had a little more patience today than I had yesterday. Got to be a good thing. ;)
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