Common Enemy? – Not This Grandma!

REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION from the Florida Jewish News, pp. 15, 22. Congratulate me! I’m a grandma again. And for those of you who haven’t tried it, I recommend it. Seriously. Heck, adopt a grandchild if you have to. It’s sweet. But, I’ll tell you, I am perplexed about this “common enemy” thing. You’ve heard that joke, I’m sure, the one that goes: What do grandchildren and their grandparents have in common?—A common enemy. (The parent to one, the child to the other.) Ha, ha. Maybe you can help me out. Please. Write; call. I need to have this explained. What am I missing? When I think of my daughter, the new baby’s mom, my heart melts. It always did. She is the nicest, sweetest, smartest girl. Maybe you know her. If so, you’d surely agree. So how could she be my enemy? And my sons, when they have children, will they turn into an enemy, too? I don’t think so. I can’t imagine it. So what gives, here? My Kids Missed Adolescent Rebellion, Too You know, come to think of it, I remember being in this same confused place not so long ago. Just a few years ago, I had four teenagers living under my roof. At one time. And I distinctly remember people telling me about their teenagers undergoing “adolescent rebellion.” And I kept looking for it, but it didn’t happen. Each of my adolescents went on to develop a full-fledged personality without ever going through what people like to call “rebellion.” As a matter of fact, if we’re going to plumb my memory banks, I can’t say...
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