It seems to me that when I was younger, I gravitated toward people older than me because they seemed more interesting. Then as I got older, I gravitated more toward those younger than me because most of the older generations only wanted to talk about their grandchildren, doctor appointments and medicine they were taking, which bored me. And my eleventh commandment says, “don’t bore me.”
Now I like to talk about my grandchildren, which are anything but boring to me. And love having them around. Some have said the reason grandparents and grandchildren bond is because they have a common enemy. I don’t know about that.
Just over a year ago, I moved into a house with enough room to designate one room as their play room. I filled it with toys, books, two desks so they could do their homework, a TV, telephone, bed, toy stove and refrigerator, a table, play china, dolls, and a closet full of dress up clothes. My two granddaughters are 10 and 8, and my grandson is almost 3 years old.
