Of course, they are counting down the days to summer vacation. I am too, I really love to have them around. Even when they begin to get on my very last nerve! Since they are now at the ages of 11 and 13, I know they won’t want to always spend time with grandma. The difference between a grandson and a granddaughter is so interesting though. My grandson is a perfect mini me of my son. Same as his dad, this is the age when friends become a major part of life. Running and playing are all that seems important. We think we have about a week of the crutches left, or he will go out of his mind!
A granddaughter seems to be so different. She is more of a loner. Perfectly happy to be home with grandma and a book. She is changing so much and becoming a lovely young woman. We are becoming best friends.
I’m selfish and I worry about me! What do I do as they grow up and grandma takes a different role in their lives. I really believe my depression started when my son was about their age. I had lost my identity. My life had been so full of him, his friends, his sports, and all his interests.
I guess it happens to a lot of women. We get so caught up in others we let ourselves suffer. I do hope I do better this time around. I have my blogging, my craft sales and now an Etsy shop, that I really need to get busy with.
I’ll stay busy!
I’ll be fine!
See ya Later!