Why I Love Being a Grandma More Than a Mom

I have a confession to make.

As much as I loved raising my four children, I enjoy being a grandmother even more.

Don't misunderstand me. Being a parent is one of God's greatest blessings. It is also one of life's greatest responsibilities.

The writer of Proverbs wisely instructs us to "Train up a child in the way he should go..." (Proverbs 22:6). That sounds simple enough—until you're the one trying to do the training!

Parents wear many hats. They are teachers, encouragers, providers, chauffeurs, counselors, nurses, referees, and yes...disciplinarians. While every parent wants to be their child's friend, our first calling is to be their parent.

That isn't always the popular role.

Children need boundaries. They need consistency. They need someone willing to say "no" when "yes" would be easier. Without loving guidance, respect for parents—and eventually for teachers, employers, and even God-given authority—can begin to disappear. Sadly, I think we see far too much of that in today's culture.

The beautiful friendship we hope to have with our children often blossoms after they become adults. Looking back, I'm grateful I chose to parent first and become their friend later.

Now, as a grandmother, life feels wonderfully different.

I still expect my grandchildren to obey me while they're in my care. They know that "Grandma says" still means something. But I'm not the one responsible for correcting every behavior or enforcing every daily routine.

Instead, I get to enjoy the sweet rewards.

I can read one more story.

Bake one more batch of cookies.

Stay up a little later.

Laugh a little louder.

Spoil them just a little more.

And then...I get to send them home to Mom and Dad!

After all, what happens at Grandma's house...well, you know the saying.

But being a grandparent is about much more than fun.

God has given grandparents a unique opportunity to encourage, pray for, and speak truth into the lives of the next generation. We have the privilege of creating memories, passing along our faith, and reminding our grandchildren that they are deeply loved—not only by us, but by the Lord.

That's a responsibility I never want to take lightly.

Being a grandmother may be more fun than being a mom, but I pray that the greatest gift I leave my grandchildren isn't the cookies, the sleepovers, or the little indulgences.

I pray it's a legacy of faith that points them to Jesus.

Blessings,

Sheila-Ann Bender
Author • Butterfly Tree Books
Helping children and families grow in faith through stories