Like all parents, I know my children imagined me as a doting grandmother, happily playing with their children, unburdened by the daily demands of parenting. And it's true that one of the joys of having grandchildren is spending special time together. But over the years, I have developed a sense of impending dread about certain special games.
When I became a grandma ten years ago, I wished I didn't have to drive two hours to see my granddaughter. Whenever I visited, my daughter showed me the latest house for sale in her neighborhood. But I didn't want to move. One of my friends told me: 'I'd never relocate near my grandchildren. I'd be giving up too much and it's such a big risk.'