I became a grandparent last September, at age 60. I loved her when she was just an abstract notion, a bump in my daughter’s tummy. Yet, I hadn’t realized how fantastic it would be to meet the 8-pound baby girl whom I got to hold as soon as my daughter and son-in-law came home from the hospital.
What a gift. I had thought those days were past, those days when the adrenaline rush of falling in love makes you feel alive. I vowed to be the best grandma ever, even though my daughter and her family live in London and I live in New York.
I am not alone in trying to be a doting grandparent. According to a 2019 AARP grandparenting survey, more than half of all grandparents in the United States have at least one child living more than 200 miles away.
Beyond this great love, grandparenting in the modern world can be frustrating and confusing. My daughter didn’t need me as a baby-related resource. A digital-trained millennial, the Google on her smartphone is more up to date and convenient than asking her mother — who gave birth 30 years ago — for advice.
Numerous apps and smart gadgets make her life as a parent easier and more reliable than tapping me for hazy memories.
Sometimes I feel like an alien in her tech-savvy world. She can watch Ava sleep from anywhere in the world, as long as there’s internet. When my daughter was a baby, I had a baby monitor that allowed me to go as far as the kitchen — maybe the front step.
My daughter also has a devoted husband who often works from home and is very involved in the parenting. She needs me in less personal ways — to walk the dog, to get prescriptions, to grocery shop.