Through the Eyes of Your Grandchildren

Eileen Hopkins (Gramma Jamma)
Grandma’s Point of View

I never thought I would get another kick at the can – or have the energy to enjoy it!  After all, wise men say life only comes around once!  Whoever said that didn’t have grandchildren!  I am living an amazing life with one foot on the top of the mountain; I can see down both sides and enjoy each vista without giving up sleep or blessed quietness.  You see, parents are the ones running behind the little five year old on his first attempts at riding without the training wheels or coaching the stubborn three year old to eat his breakfast (or lunch or dinner).  Parents get to do the sex education and homework supervision and govern that nightly chaos called “going to bed”.  Grandparents have been granted a seat on the mountaintop, having already made the climb through those rocky pathways and get to listen to the childish voices as they tell their stories about the events of their world – and, then, we get to laugh – wonderful, deep-from-the-gut laughter!

In one day, I heard from three of my daughters – all moms – and by the time it was my bedtime I was laughing belly laughs with tears in my eyes about the stories my grandchildren have crafted in their sweet little heads.

Story #1

The Easter egg hunt was at Grandma’s house this year and in the excitement of grandchildren and parents arriving and the Easter Egg trees that had sprouted on our lawn overnight, I was surprised when our little three year old showed no interest at all to start hunting for the eggs.  After three attempts to get him out the door and gathering his treasure, a light bulb flashed on for this tuned-in Grandma.  With a quick switch of words, substituting chocolate for eggs, he was off and running, basket in hand.  What three year old would want to spend any energy looking for an egg – he had already had his pancakes!

Story #2

Later that evening, I caught up with another daughter to find out how the birthday boy had made out that week.  Our five year old grandson had reached a milestone in his ever-expanding world and his pride and joy was now his two-wheeler– no training wheels, thank you very much.  While coaching him through his many wobbly, determined attempts, my daughter wisely taught him to look where he wanted to go instead of at the wheel and the road.  Magically, his wheels steadied and he was off!  Later that evening he went for a twilight ride with his Mom, only to notice the planet, Venus, shining very brightly in the sky.  His Mom capitalized on the learning experience and commented on the planet and the book they had just been reading about Venus.  He kept on riding but started to lean his head further and further back and gazed into the sky.   When Mom suggested he keep his eyes forward and look where he was going, he said, I am, Mommy, I am riding to Venus.

Story #3

Then, wonder of wonders, that night, another daughter (I have four!) called and shared the happy news that Number Ten was on its way.  She then let me talk with her little four year old daughter who had recently had her birthday and I asked her if she was excited that she was going to be a big sister.  She replied to her Mom – Mommy, can we go buy the baby now?

So you see, I can laugh with joy at all the sweet things the little ones have to share and smile wisely remembering how much work it takes to manage the bumps and grinds – all without lifting more than a telephone receiver!  And, from this vantage point, I think the other side of this mountain looks a little quieter with gently curved paths and a soft landing at the bottom – or is that just my 61-year old eyes playing tricks on me!

This blog posting is not a form of psychological counselling, advice, therapy, or assessment and should not be used as such by any individual. This blog posting is provided only as an article intended to encourage thought and discourse. For specific psychology related services, please contact an appropriate healthcare provider.



  • Dr. Vanessa Lapointe | 2012.04.25 at 8:38 PM

    Gramma Jamma – you are the loveliest ever! What a gift you have for shining the light on those treasured moments, helping to keep the bumps and grinds along the way all in perspective! xo

  • JOAN HARVEY | 2012.04.30 at 6:54 AM

    As a teacher and a grandmother I was touched and inspired by the above article and the story of the funeral especially
    the essence of simplicity which we so easily lose in modern frenetic life.Thank you Joan,Perth W Australia