It's true what they say: Grandchildren are a great motivator. I know my parents love me, but it's no coincidence that we've been seeing much more of them since baboushka arrived. We spent a year in the UK...no visit. A year in Grenada...no visit. Then the baby comes and all of a sudden it's "Hey, why don't we drive down to Toronto for the day to visit?" and "Hey, why don't we drive down, pick you up, bring you to Kingston for a few days, then drive you back to Toronto?" A few months later we move to New York and "Hey, why don't we move you down there?" and "Hey, we bought a motorhome, why don't we drive it down to see you?" Methinks my daughter is the luckiest granddaughter in the world. Her mother feels pretty special too.
One of my many wishes for my daughter is that she really gets to know her grandparents. It makes me so happy to see that there are already beautiful relationships taking root.
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