Readers of my blog may assume that because I grew up with my grandparents, my parents were absent. This comment, of course, came from dad. So in honor of my dad, let me explain to you some things so you don’t get the wrong idea. =)
That’s when “intergenerational dorm life” went into overdrive. Between waking up to my niece and nephew running around early morning and my grandpa’s television turned on maximum volume every afternoon, it was loud! There were no baby gates for the kids because my grandparents couldn’t walk over them and believe it or not, we had four flights of stairs in the house! It was crazy but wonderful at the same time. My niece, about two or three at the time, used to have shows in Mama and Yeye’s room and she’d sing, dance, jump around like a frog and then give them kisses and hugs before heading off to bed. When I had “relationship issues”, I’d sit on the couch with my grandma and it always made me feel better. When my grandpa was low on Coke, I’d bring him to the store, and well… life just went this way. To this day, Mama, at 96, still helps to feed her youngest great grandkid at 1 years old and well, in my opinion, that’s not a bad life.