I had this when I got married and had children. My mother was always saying “well it was your choice to move away…” I moved to do my nurse training, met DH who was in the RAF so we moved a lot. The roads only seemed to go one way, as did phone lines, but they had no problems visiting their friend in Asia, and still go there. It’s a choice thing. It’s one of the reasons our relationship is fragile.
I’m a granny to DGS who will be one on Boxing Day. DS2 moved 3hrs away to go to university, met DDIL and never came home. We go to visit them every 6 weeks or so. We always stay in an Air BnB since DGS has been born because they don’t need us intruding on them overnight and extra bedding to wash etc. I cook, take baked goods, help with stuff that needs doing.
They do come here too, because MIL is about an hour away and it’s on their way home, so I’ve bought everything they would need for DGS eg, highchair, buggy, travel cot, bowls & cutlery, to make their lives easier. I remember what it was like to pack the car to the rafters for a weekend visit and I don’t want that for them.
I can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to meet their grandchild or go to visit them. It makes no sense to me that someone will stubbornly sit waiting for the world to come to them and miss out apron their beautiful newborn grandchild. It’s their loss at the end of the day, but I’d never forget it.