Grandchildren in the World
William Sundwick
When they first come into the world, they have no idea
what’s in store for them. And it will be a long time before they have much
influence over it.
They do, however, influence us, their elders – parents and
grandparents. We love them, nurture them, are entertained by them. We raise our
offspring in a spirit of optimism. They force it upon us.
Grandchildren, perhaps, even more than the immediately
present and demanding children, suffuse that spirit. We must make it good for
them for, surely, we have the power!
I have two grandchildren (so far). They are almost four and
about 13 months. Big brother Owen is bemused by his baby sister Mira, but his
primary concern seems to be to keep her from messing with his creations and
toys. She is surprisingly mobile – and curious. He mainly seeks peace.
They both are driven by achievement. Mira
is now taking her first steps.
She is tall, can pull herself up on most pieces
of furniture in her house and her grandparents’ house. Yes, even walk without
holding on. This presents an increasing threat to Owen – whose own achievement
motivations require imagination, role playing, and manual dexterity. And he is
aware of knowledge – he tells us as much when he says: “I’m almost four, I know
lots.” He appears to be contrasting his mammoth achievement portfolio to his
baby sister’s trivial level of development.
They each have their own communication styles: Mira by
smiling, grasping, pointing, vocalizing (not quite words yet); Owen by his
politeness (“Excuse Me!” when he wants to talk) and questions (“Why?” is the
eternal question). Both seem to have an urge to share – stories, experiences,
objects, food – and both seem to crave attention from adults, including their
grandparents! “Play with me, grandpa!” commands Owen, and outstretched arms
from Mira indicate she wants to be removed from her highchair.
As grandparents not charged with primary care for these two,
we have the best of both worlds. We see them and interact regularly, but then
can always send them home with their parents. We welcome them at our house,
providing accommodations like training potties, highchairs, car seats, step stools,
as the need arises. Plenty of books and toys at our place, too. When we babysit
at their house evenings, we’ve learned to nail the bedtime routine for both –
as well as feeding them dinner (and playing together). But we’re never required
to spend more than a few hours devoted to their care. This is good for
septuagenarians.
Even such relatively short stretches, however, remind me of
the sense of foreboding we all share these days. That commitment to optimism is
being increasingly challenged. What sort of world will they inherit? How much
of their future misfortune will be our fault? In extreme cases, it appears that
some are foregoing
having children altogether. Has guilt and fear consumed them to such an
extent?
It’s clear that much of Mira and Owen’s education will be focused
on dealing with their own uncertain futures. What will they now need to learn?
Instead of success tools, it seems they will be learning mostly survival tools!
Even their parents – what will they have to look forward to in their own
retirement? Will they even have a retirement? Will lifespans increase, or
drastically contract? What about economic resources? Will my two grandchildren
grow up conditioned to expect less? It seems the moral choice for them would be
… absolutely, yes! Nobody should be allowed to have as much in their future
lives as their parents had (or their grandparents). At least, that’s the way it
looks from the privileged positions we find ourselves in today.
Perhaps the secret for us grandparents is to spend even more
time in direct contact with our grandchildren. Then, we wouldn’t have time to
think too hard about these questions. Their wonder at the world – at their own
bodies, minds, and capabilities -- might consume us as much as it does them. We
might discover some of their innocence. Optimism may then begin to climb out of
that pit of anxiety and pessimism.
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