Saturday, August 9, was my birthday and it was a birthday that I will long remember. Of course, it wasn't as memorable as Joel's birthday when he was on television.
A couple of months ago, my daughter asked us if we would keep our grandchildren for that day since she and her husband had been invited to an out of town wedding. We agreed because the bride had been my daughter's best friend in college. So, I knew hubby and I would be spending my birthday with our four grandchildren ages 8 years to 9 months.
A couple of weeks before the day, my daughter informed us that the two year old had been invited to a pool party and it was our responsibility to take the three oldest children to the party. Since the guest of honor would be three on her birthday, most of the guests were three year olds. I absolutely hate swimming so I had to dig out the bathing suit which I hadn't seen since I bought it a few years ago. Hoping it would still fit, I put it on since I needed to get in the pool with the two year old. Fortunately, he was wearing floaties on each arm so I wouldn't need to brush up on my swimming skills for a rescue.
Well, Friday night I was given my last minute instructions about the pool party as well as post pool party cleanup. All seemed to be going smoothly and then came Saturday morning with a whole new set of crises. My daughter's air conditioner stopped working and it looked like it wouldn't be repaired until Monday morning.
So, instead of us taking the children to their house after the party, we brought all four to our house for baths and shampoos. Since we'd never had all four over at one time, we had to figure out who would sleep where. That problem was finally settled and the children slept well until about 1 am when the 9 month old woke up screaming and wouldn't go back to sleep again so we had to call Mommy to come pick her up.
After she left, we went back to bed but during the night, the electricity went off and didn't return for a couple of hours. Needless to say, hubby and I didn't get much sleep that night. The next morning, my daughter came over and told us that there had been a really bad accident up the street from her house at 2 am. A car had hit a light pole and, since she lives in our neighborhood, that explained why our lights went out. We thought the driver had been killed but we later found out that he had miraculously survived.
When Monday came, the air conditioner still wasn't fixed and wouldn't be fixed until Tuesday. My three oldest grandchildren slept at my house Saturday through Tuesday and were there for most of each day. I went back to work Tuesday and the air conditioner was finally fixed. The children went back home sadly since they enjoyed staying at our house. Toys that were strewn all over our family room were picked up and we could finally walk without fear of stepping on something. Life returned to normal.
As grandparents, we've made the decision that we want to be involved in the lives of our grandchildren. It saddens me to hear young mothers say that their children's grandparents aren't involved in their lives. I don't believe our responsibility ends when we raise our own children. Having so many children at our house when we've adapted to quiet was difficult and required major adjustments but I want to be a positive influence in my grandchildren's lives. My daughter said when the children got back to their house, they complained the first day because they wanted to be at our house. What an awesome privilege it is to share in the lives of our grandchildren and to build memories with them that hopefully will inspire and encourage them.
Anyway, I know I owe some of you emails and I'm waaay behind on everyone's blogs. I'm playing catch up now so, if I owe you an email, I haven't forgotten. It may be a few days before I'm caught up but I will catch up. I know this post is long and I probably gave much more details than you needed to hear but I'm a storyteller and I've been known to take a short story and make it long.