I’m so glad I could show up at this trendy venue without totally embarrassing my hipster grandsons. (I left my tennies in the car.) I’ve also learned to text so I can talk to them and their siblings in the language of choice.

However, I am not attempting to become their Glamma. I’m convinced our grandchildren are not looking for more grandmothers who are trying to be eighteen. Or even thirty-eight. Here is what I think our grandchildren want from us:

Stability: They want to know that I have been young, and now I am old, and I have never seen the righteous forsaken, as it says in the Psalms.

Love: Not the kind that buys them the latest gadget, although they may think so now. But the kind that believes the best, hopes the best, and prays the best into being. The kind that never gives up.

Refuge: The world is a crazy place, in case you hadn’t noticed. Parents are busy keeping life together, so maybe grandparents can offer some respite. Some quiet. Maybe we can be a place of refuge instead of trying to become a member of the band.

At least. that’s what I’m going for. And, I’m probably wearing my tennies next time.