When I was a child, my grandfather would tie my shoelaces, before carrying me to the school bus at the road end. When I was in high school, my grandfather would stand by the bus stop every evening, eagerly waiting for me to return home. When I was a graduate with a brand-new job, my grandfather would fervently rub my hair dry with a towel whenever I got drenched in the rain.
If a child happens to live with grandparents–along with parents–more often than not, that child usually grows up somewhat spoilt. I say this with such conviction because I was one such child myself. I confess: I didn’t cook, clean, or tidy-up after myself (much to my mother’s disappointment) until I was well into my late twenties and circumstances forced me to live independently. After all, my grandmother never let me get anywhere close to dirt and grime; she’d clean up even before my mother could demand me to. Naturally, I was attached to my grandparents.
Sara Moorman, a sociologist and lead author of a study on grandparent-grandchild bonding, found through her research that such relationships are mutually beneficial for the emotional wellbeing of both generations. Her study found that taking care of grandchildren makes grandparents feel needed and useful. It’s no wonder grandparents willingly take care of their grandchildren. My paternal grandparents are a case in point. On my maternal family side, it was customary for daughters to stay over at their mother’s place while nursing newborns, so they can have help. However, when I was born, my paternal grandparents were apparently so overjoyed at having a granddaughter that they insisted my mother stay with them instead!
Sometimes, the grandparent-grandchild bonding is so strong that it may even give the parents cause for envy. Research professional Devasena Thiagarajan relates to this very well, having lived all her formative years with grandparents more than parents. “Both my parents were working and often very busy. So, the first thing I’d do as soon as I got back from school was, sit next to my grandpa and tell him everything about my day. It would always bother my mother that grandpa knew more about my school life than she did–who I fought with at school, which boy pulled my hair, which class I loved the most, and which teacher I’d managed to annoy,” she muses.