Grandparents are a blessing. An exhausting, irritating, fabulously joyful blessing. And there are so many of them. With so many opinions. Take the example of the nice grandma who opines about the importance of her twin grandchildren spending time apart.
Her intrepid adviser encourages her to talk "frankly" with the twins' mom (her daughter) about the importance of treating each twin individually and blah blah blah.
Here's the thing about grandparenting that's fabulous: It's not parenting. Grandparents who do their job well refrain from opinion-giving unless the absolute essential health and welfare of the grandkids is involved.
And by the way the three-year old twins in this story who the grandma complains never spend time apart, probably don't have individual activities yet because their parents are so overwhelmed just keeping things together day by day. Back off, grandma, have some compassion!
