Parenting, in my dreams had to be Utopia – at least close to it. Kids need encouragement, care and a perennial supply of money until they find their first job, they need to enjoy their most precious moments of carefree and youthful life, which calls for money, take them on annual overseas trip, load all the designer wear they care for and see them beaming in society with their hep possessions. It actually remained that way, till very recently – when my move from a full time corporate job to an entrepreneurial stint, gave me more time at home and more insight to what goes on around.
I am convinced that Grandma is just and Antique Girl and Grand dad an Antique Boy - especially with their grandkids around. They are KGB agents, passing on classified info to the grandkids - both the good and bad about their common enemy. I dread the days with my daughter after a visit by my parents, for there is a long list of "Dad, i heard, you got thrown out of college for this . . . Dad, i heard you fell of a bike . . . . tell me about those'. the same parents had also told her about my winning the college Tennis tournament, qualifying for the district shuttle team etc, which is not interesting or breaking news . . .
What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, classified info - to keep parents busy and on their toes.
I am now a firm believer in the thoughtful verse - By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a kid who thinks he's wrong.