Op, your thread has me thinking about my nana.
She baby sat us, at most 3 times. So my mum could go to parents evening so just a few hours. We all lived on the same street. So I saw her often. But not while she was caring for us. All the kids would Bob in and out. She used to have ice pops in, and if you didn't like the ones she had it was tough.
I remember having to go hers a couple of times after school and we had to sit and watch countdown and another quiz show. Waiting for mum. Because that was her routine. My grandad once had to pick me up from school as I was ill. Mum was at work. I was laid on their sofa and projectile vomited. Grandad cleaned it up she stayed in the kitchen calling my mum saying she had to come home because I was making a mess in the house
For Christmas mum got our gifts and she gave her money. I don't remember her buying gifts for no reason and things like that.
My mum and dad split up and her quiet home was a haven while they were under the same roof. Again she didn't do much. But it was a nice place to be.
She was wicked funny. I can still hear her getting annoyed at countdown when people missed obvious words. Or complaining about Betty at bingo. She was Irish with a very strong accent and everytime I hear the accent from her city, my heart aches. I have her rocking chair that she spent hours in.
As I got older, I would go round and watch countdown with her she wouldn't talk much. Neither would I. We would just sit. She would appreciate the company and I always felt wanted there. There was just no fuss. I would make her a cuppa and that was it. At family events she would always make us all laugh. She did tell me she loved me. If she didn't see me she would call to see why I hadn't been round as it became a habit.
I remember her coming on days out, occasionally. But grandad was far more involved in everything from the food to playing with us.
She died when I was 19 and I am nearly 40 now. I miss her everyday. I could cry right now thinking about how much I miss her. I cry and laugh when I think of her. She wasn't what you think ideal grandparent should be. But I knew she loved us and I know I loved her.
The fact that she didn't babysit or buy us loads or get down to with us, doesn't change how much I loved her.
I would say she was a good nana. She was irreplaceable.
What she bought and what biscuits she had, really doesn't matter