Being a Grandparent
Explaining grandkids to your friends
Who have none is, I find,
Like trying to describe chartreuse
To someone who is blind.
For your grandkids bring out feelings
That nobody else can match,
Laying bare an itch you never knew
You had, but now can scratch.
As a parent, you experience
The fiercest love and pride
Intertwined with the anxiety
That childhood does provide.
Though when one becomes a nana
(Or whatever term you pick),
All you’ve learned plus new beginnings
Come together with a click.
There’s a closeness through your child
But a paramount remove,
So you have a chance to bond and kvell*
With nothing left to prove.
Yet before I had my grandkids,
I would surely have dismissed
Ever needing them, but now I know
The joy I would have missed.
*to beam with pride and joy
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