The grandparents stood at the big picture window, the kids, a middle school’er and a grade school’er were standing near the sheriff’s car. It had been a long nine months. We live down a well traveled narrow dead end road, hardly big enough to even call it a road. My neighbor and I share a private lane that passes in front of, but doesn’t access two other houses. My neighbor and I had been noticing indications of cars entering our lane proceeding a distance and then turning around. The sheriff had been scouting the area.
It was the week after Christmas, the boys stood there while their mother, hand cuffed was escorted to the back of the patrol car. The sheriff had been looking for her for nine months.
It was eleven years ago that the grandparents bought the house, it was where I was raised many, many years ago. The grandparents moved in and in typical modern fashion their adult children and parents came and went as the economy or life demanded. Their daughter came with a child once, then got married and left had a baby, divorced, came back, got married again and left, got divorced again and left, but boys stayed. Didn’t know the circumstances, didn’t know anything was going on. So now I hear it was drugs. Don’t know if she was dealing or using. Whatever, she’s gone again.
My youngest is 35 with two older siblings. It’s been said that growing old isn’t for the faint of heart or the young. I’ve been thinking about those grandparent, watching their daughter taken by the sheriff in front of the boys. I think the new Phrase should be that raising kids isn’t for old people. As a grandparent I would step in if needed, but boy, I’m glad that I’m done raising children. I don’t know if I could take today’s pressures.