Why I’m Terrified To Have Grandchildren

Why I’m Terrified To Have GrandchildrenI could give you a long list of things that I have forgotten in my car. I have forgotten my purse, my phone, my charger and my vaping pen. I am irresponsible leaving these things in my car. Luckily for me, it wasn’t my grandchild, but it could have been. A quiet baby, I’m a new grandma, I’m checking out hot guys online, I can see me making a mistake. What if I made that mistake? I’ve left my purse on the top of my car and drove off!

I’m truly scared. What if I forget, what if I’m not thinking, what if I’m stoned? What if?

I want to be an awesome grandma, but I’m afraid, I would hate to have to call one of my kids and tell them something happened to their child. I am horribly saddened by the news stories lately regarding grandparents and accidents with their grandkids. I don’t ever want to look at my child and tell him it’s my fault his child is dead, my fault, child is dead. Absolutely no way, this freezes my blood.

The lesson here is that I am being held responsible for someone more important than myself, I have to remember the babies in the back seat, just because they are sleeping, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

Oh, I will make a pretty sexy grandma, I do admit.

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34 thoughts on “Why I’m Terrified To Have Grandchildren

  1. You are so perceptive, I told my Sister In Law of my worries, she’s so laid but they’re her children!! The thought of a child choking scares the living ‘blank’ out of me.

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  2. LOL! We all feel the same way. No one wants to tell their kid they screwed up with their little one. The responsibility seems scarier with my grandchildren then it did with my own kids. My kids are willing to let little slip ups slide though providing I babysit 🙂

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  3. I’m terrified of eventually waking up and being a parent, let alone a grandparent. I did realize when I was younger that because I’m male, I will never get to be a sweet old grandma. Unless I change something about myself.

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  4. The day I looked up and saw the adoration of my grandchildren while they looked up into my eyes, I knew that the good, the bad, and the ugly of being a grandparent was going to be the greatest gift I might ever receive.

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  5. I’m a hot and sexy GLAM Ma. I never wanted to be a grandmother in fact I was praying both my boys were sterile. I forgot I have eggs boiling on the stove and I’m kind of scared I’d forget him someplace but here’s my solution to it. I’m not babysitting him. I fly in, give hugs and kisses and the second he cries….elvis has left the building.

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