• Kaye Curren

Not Sure I Want Grandkids

After they’re born, everything changes.

I didn’t want grand kids to be born into the world we are living in, with an unstable government, ISIS, shootings, bombings, bullying in schools, and compromised morality.

Anyway, I didn’t like kids anymore. Maybe it was my memories of substitute teaching in an urban school district for 8 years. Let’s face it, kids are not what they used to be. I discovered that in my last teaching job - a class of kindergartners where I heard language I had never heard before – and I was not a sheltered adult.

Maybe I had grown impatient with my neighbor kids making noises outside my window. One of these days, I am going to do a little research on why kids have to emit high-pitched screams when they play.

And somewhere in my heart, I didn’t want to get older. Could I handle being called grams, grandma, grand mere? How old would that make me feel? Would having grand kids lead to being called a “senior citizen?”

While I groused over these slights in my life, my granddaughter, Ellie, was born.

How vulnerable, defenseless little beings play on one’s heart.

  • In an instant, I decided I could take Goliath with a slingshot and a stone as big as I could lift.

  • I began to plot how to capture her enemies and put them in locked cells.

  • I decide to start a daily prayer vigil

Every baby became a precious bundle, every child, God’s happiest creation.

Then little Sean came out of the womb, sobbing because he had lost his safe, quiet shelter

from the storm - blinding hospital lights and nurses chattering on and on. (Face Time and video are a blessing most of the time.)

I was ready to disguise myself, break in, and rescue him. My daughter, of course, would have been quite upset about that. She was having a party, playing mom for the first time. I settled for deleting all the first hour photos and videos and started with the one of him swaddled and sleeping peacefully.

Now every little girl is a precious flower.

Now every little boy is now smart, sassy, and strong.

Thank God. My grandchildren rescued me from becoming a nasty, kid-hating old lady.



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