I'm joined at the hip with my 10-year-old granddaughter, as I was when her two older sisters were her age. The oldest has just graduated from college and the middle one has just started college. The third of three granddaughters lives with her mom and dad in the same apartment complex in which we live.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
But that doesn't mean I don't think of you often -- every day, in fact.
I have one last "thing" in life to accomplish. To see the ten-year-old granddaughter get her driver's license. Then my work on earth, as it were, or my purpose for living, is done.
That doesn't mean I love my two grandsons, twins, in Portland, OR, any less. It simply means they don't need me for anything. They have a mom that does not work outside the home and her two sons are her two priorities in life.
Both of Sophia's parents have incredibly busy lives / jobs outside of their home and thus Sophia would often be stranded if her grandparents were not here to take her to all her activities and here all her stories. But by 8th grade, two or three years from now, that will be over. All she will need from us is a chauffeur.
And when she gets her driver's license, she won't need a chauffeur.
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