I grew up without truly knowing my grandparents. I was not lucky enough to have had the chance to be close with any of them, for different reasons.
My husband had the opposite experience. He was lucky to have a grandmother who played a very active role in his life.
|S and his Ah-ma|
Hubby S‘s grandmother, Ah-ma, chose to live in Cebu. Why?
She wanted to take care of all her grandchildren whose parents decided to send them to school in Cebu because of the better educational system here. She rented a house and turned it into a dormitory to shelter all the grandchildren. She took care of them, made sure everyone was cared for — eating well, doing homework, being disciplined, being loved.
Ah-ma didn’t just care for the grandkids under her roof. She went on to hire a driver and acted as the community “bus service” for ALL her grandchildren. She’d make the rounds of all her grandchildren take them to their respective schools AND she’d make the rounds again for lunch break and again for dismissal. She would dole out allowances, reminders, advice, and she’d dole out what is obviously a lot of love.
|Tai-ma with her great grandkids|
|My kid celebrating a birthday with both sets of grandparents.|