A Mother and Grandmothers Frankness

A Mother and Grandmothers Frankness

An unexpected circumstance can change one’s direction and often  in a most uncanny manner. Who would have thought in a million years a man I have never met helped me make a decision that I will always remember. I must thank him when I meet him because he awakened and energized my longing desire to write about an important chapter in my life that had been silenced by one of my children out of her mixed desire to provide privacy for her family and her personal agenda.  I will honor her objections. 

Fortunately, my other daughter, daughter in law, son in law and Grands have given me their approval so with much exuberance I will begin writing stories about my family relationship with my daughter Jenny, son in law, Bruce, daughter in law Jami and my brood of the most fabulous grandchildren. Stay tuned.


I was a very young grandmother, under forty five when my first grandchild was born. My close friend who was ten years older was called Honey by her grandchildren.  I recall the day I asked her if she would mind if I took her name. She was delighted and I was thrilled because the name Honey defines a grandmother… She is sweet personified.

I don’t have to try and live up to my title. It comes naturally because I am loving, fun, energetic, enjoy spending time with children of all ages and I am not a judgmental grandmother. I relate on an emotional level to  a grand who is four, eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty and older. I just flow in the role. My Grands feel my sincerity and interest. I love them, enjoy them, learn from them, cherish them and would do anything for them within my power. 

I have a blended family and I love all my grands with all my heart. 

You are thinking to yourself she is ‘little Miss Perfect.’ Well don’t. Looking back on my life I wish I could have spent more time with everyone. I feel guilty trying to be here, there and everywhere. To add to our family situation our adult children and grands live far away from Chicago. These factors are not the best for blending a large family. But we are blended. I feel it. 


I think most mothers and grandmothers see their children as adults. I learned that  children, no matter their age, will always see themselves as children.  


My daughters, their deceased father and I had a very strong root system. Before we moved to Honolulu, where my children spent their growing up years, we were attached at the hip. This attachment was enhanced when we moved to the Islands because families spent an exorbitant amount of time together. 

After my late husband passed away we lived another year in the Islands. A year later, my daughters and I moved from a peaceful Island setting and lifestyle to the bustling city of Chicago. 

With the sudden loss of their father and moving away from the peaceful trade winds softly blowing through their bedrooms, palms swaying in our yard, eating fresh bananas and mangos from our trees, orchids blooming and walking barefoot or in flip flops to a life in the big city was a shocker for my daughters.  My daughters needed me more than ever and I met my ultimate concierge and it was love at first sight. The timing was bad.  

He was and is a perfect  mate, he was not the perfect new dad. He wanted me to himself. They wanted me to themselves. I wanted to please everyone and be with everyone. I had overwhelming empathy for my children. It was an impossible situation. He wanted to travel and buy a second home in California. I did too, but with a heavy heart.  My daughters needed me  and missed the way it had been. An open door policy, kids running in and out of our home. They could not accept it. I needed them, too. I had a heavy heart. My mother told me to put my husband first. “The girls will find husbands and have their own life,” was her message.  It took years for wounds to heal and I am choking up as I write this. 

I would call from Moscow at 3:00 AM sitting on a cold bathroom floor to talk, take them on trips, invite them to California, drive to the suburbs twice a week when I was not in California or traveling to visit one family. But, when my daughter broke her ankle, I was not by her side. 

Once a father or mother passes away the family is never the same again. The love is still as strong but the lifestyle changes. 


I feel we are blood relatives. I love them. This is a compliment to them. 

With my ultimate concierge’s family it was different because I was not the biological mother of his sons and I was not my wonderful daughter in law’s biological mom. They did not get angry with me when it was hard to visit because they knew I really cared and wanted to be with them. They could appreciate what was going on and were not as emotionally attached to the situation. They could accept.


Over the years my daughters and my blends married, grandchildren were born and all of them took off for the unknown. From New York to Austin to LA and San Fran and Arizona our adult children and their children settled. How do I feel? 

I am happy for them. I know they miss the bond of having family in their communities. They make a concerted effort to stay in close touch

When I wish upon a star I wish that our family lived in a close radius to each other  because that is how a family survives and thrives. I am capable of being the glue that could bind us together.  I often dream of spending time in person on a regular basis week with my grands and adult children. I feel we are all being cheated because my ultimate concierge and I could give all 20+ so much more and the children and the Grands could give us that much more, too.

I wish I could sit each week with my grands over a cup of hot chocolate or a burger and fries and talk about the importance of positivity, living life outside the box, being curious, daring themselves to dare, to be generous and grateful and when things get tough they must get tougher.  I want them to see the positive in everything, even their disappointments, that kindness counts and to do unto others as they would want others to do unto them. To love openly, to be charitable and to listen to their heart, it knows.


Adult children will always be children and need their parents. Grandchildren definitely need their grandparents. Grandparents need their grandchildren. 


We just returned from five days at my daughter’s in Arizona. We stay with our children. We are a family that plays together and stays together. We are returning to Arizona for Thanksgiving.

The best gift I got on this trip was: “Mom, let’s talk everyday.” My heart swelled with  happiness.

My grandson Scott Good called the day we left to Arizona. We were on the plane ready to take off when my phone rang…

“Hey Honey, can Katie, AJ and I come to Chicago for a visit in the next few weeks?”

 “OMG yes! Whatever plans we might have I will cancel. Get back to me, whenever. I am so excited and so is Papa.

This winter I would like to take a group of our grands down the Nile in Egypt.

Of course we keep the channels open through texting and our conversations are often deep and always meaningful with all of the family. 

I heard from my grandson Jack and my daughter, Jenny as I am writing.

Let me know you received.


Over the years we have established a loving and flowing pattern of family togetherness.  I am at peace now. I am able to commit myself to them and still maintain a loving relationship with my ultimate concierge. They all know it. That is why I can smile.


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