Grandmas are powerful
In the past couple weeks I have had the misfortune of running into grandmas, two of them to be precise, one the first week and another last week.
Anyone who knows me well is familiar with how badly I want to be a grandma so you would think I would enjoy listening to them. On the contrary, it was incredibly difficult.
You see, both of these women have adult grandchildren who are disconnected from their families and lost in the world of addiction and mental health. They called me to see what they could do. Of course they did. Of course they need to know how to help their grandchildren.
That ache takes my breath away every time. Especially when I know there isn’t much they can do for their adult grandchildren. How do I tell them that? You can’t tell Grandmas that. They won’t have it.


