I'm so excited. Granddaughter #1 is coming to spend a couple of days with me. Grandson #1 is also coming to share some time between his Aunt (my daughter) and me.
Grandson #1 is such a wonderful kid. Handsome, smart and well-mannered. However, he is 15 and will be 16 in June. That means teenager. We all know that nasty word. I know there are a few children this age that are still wonderful but the majority of kids go through the phase.
I keep telling his father, my son, that Grandson #1 is so much better than he was at that stage - truth is, any stage. My son can't be totally blamed, he had too many of his father's genes. LOL. All the good ones came from me, of course.
I tell my son, this too will pass and he just shakes his head. His cute, loving, little man has turned into someone who knows everything and is being treated unjustly by the world. Exactly who this "everyone gets to do it" is unknown to Dad.
Yet most of us have raised teenagers and they survived and so did we. I'm sorry my mother who passed did not get to see this. She would certainly be saying that I was even worse. I distinctly remember knowing more than my mother as a teenager.
I'm just glad for the years I have with Granddaughter #1 before she gets to that stage.