I’m a 64-year-old grandmother and for the past 5 years I’ve spent every Monday and Tuesday with my daughter and her children. When she went back to work after maternity leave, I looked after the kids. I also work 3 very stressful days a week in the NHS and have 2 little dogs, so life is pretty full-on!
The time I’ve spent with my grandchildren has been absolutely wonderful — we’ve had so many adventures together: parks, shops, play centres, National Trust properties — you name it. We were like the 5 amigos! I always used a double buggy when we were out, and even the dogs would sometimes hop in.
As my eldest grandchild got close to 5, my daughter quite rightly said she should be walking more, and I completely agreed. But she still loved jumping back in now and again.
Anyway, I went away for a week recently and while I was gone, my daughter sold the double buggy without telling me. I know it’s just a buggy, and part of me feels daft for being so emotional about it — but I honestly feel a bit bereft. It’s been part of our little adventures for years, and it feels like the end of a very special chapter.
I think what’s really got to me is that I’d have loved one final blast with it before saying goodbye — one more outing with the kids and dogs, just for old times’ sake.
AIBU to feel so sentimental about a buggy?