Thought for the fortnight
I'm having a lovely time with my 15 yr old grandson who uses his time with us to take a break from pressure. With his older brother it was different, around 13 he turned against me, was very scathing, I just left the door open although I did hurt
Just as suddenly, at 16 he really wanted to talk about how he had been feeling, play songs he had written and has stayed close altho we live some distance apart
Why don't you pass the article around your friends and colleagues and see if they agree with your gender-based view?
Teach them how to draw??? How may ladies know about drawing? One needs to be talented in this, I think. Maybe teach them stitching or kitting or involve them when you are gardening. Or both learn something together.
I liked the article. Indirectly, you have hit on an explanation for why, in the introduction to your book about being a grandmother, you feel that you didn't know Marion and Gretchen very well. I did, and I now suspect from your account that an opposite sex grandchild is easier for a grandmother (or grandfather?) to relate to, easier at times than the teenager's own parents. I certainly recall my attachment to Gretchen, and how at times I got in trouble with Wicky because of my confiding information about our household that W didn't want her to know. Neither you nor I had a living grandfather or a granddaughter, and it might be interesting to see how our contemporaries with same-sex grandchildren react to your article. I had only a few chances to get to know Julian as a boy, and almost none to relate to Quinn as a woman. Dorothy got enormous pleasure from her ties to both Stephen and Paul as children and adolescents. The only time I have ever seen either one of them cry as an adult was when we interred Dorothy's ashes in Westfield in 1997, when they were 32 and 30.