Children of my Children11:01 PM
"Children of my children" is a euphemism I use in jest when referring to my grandchildren. It may appear a misnomer as I have only one married daughter but it isn't, since I consider her husband my son as well. The word grandchildren is so aging, I sometimes avoid using it just to make believe that I have not become that ancient not only in number but in experience as well. I never quite understood then why my own mother insisted on being called "Nanay" instead of "Lola" by my own children. Now I think I have an idea when my grandchildren started calling me "Mama". Blame it in part to female vanity but I offered no objections.
Regardless of our "pretensions" in terms of endearment, there is nothing pretentious about my love for them. How can I not love the extensions of who I am whether or not I am forced to "age" faster than my time? I sometimes indulge in the thought that they could have been born in a much better time and situation but quickly cut myself realizing that different circumstances may mean a different set of children. I cannot imagine not having them here, now that I have experienced loving them.
They are like my two younger children in age that is why it is sometimes difficult to make any distinction between them in treatment. When they are in our home, they follow the same rules as my children and given the same privileges. In truth, I use the term "children of my children" more often to emphasize the deep connection that exists between them and myself. They are an unmistakable part of me and I am truly grateful for having the chance to see the extensions of my life this early.
That said, these children are perfect as they are in my eyes in spite of our imperfections and the imperfections of our situation. They will always be the children of my children.