Growing up, my parents both worked full time and my dad had three companies, meaning he and my mum worked 50+ hours a week on book keeping etc. my grandmother raised me as a result.
i was also extremely sick as an infant ( they didn’t think I’d see my second birthday) so my grandmother moved back to England (from her home country) selling her own business and retiring. She cared for me as a second mother and I have many fond memories of her taking care of me when I was sick, picking me up from school, insisting my parents buy me a puppy (my beloved childhood dog). She went to school events, look care of my childhood home, and lived with us for a short time. When my parents moved to the other side of the country, she followed.
she even insisted I show her where I was living when I moved away for university. She bought me stuff for my house and made sure she knew how to drive to me in case I ever needed her. She paid for my driving lessons, gave me birthday money well past when I was an adult, and gives the best advice.
she always said that I was her final child, she really enjoyed raising me and often came on family holidays, let me stay at her house, picked me up from my parents’ work events when I was bored. I remember her washing my thick, long hair as a young girl. Even now, she sends me clothes (often hand made) and I bring her trinkets when I travel abroad.
she also, hilariously, couldn’t stand babies and thought they were horrid and dull. she always said I was very easy and lovely as a child, although im not sure how true that is.
my grandmother has a very special place in my heart, and I’m so glad she helped raise me. she rarely says “I love you” and doesn’t really like hugs, but she’s always shown up for me. Grandparents are usually much more stable for a child than parents.