My kids are lucky enough to have five living grandparents and they spend time with them every summer. When they were younger, they went at the same time. These days, they go separately to give their parents and grandparents a chance to enjoy having one at a time. I looked forward to joint Camp Gramma every year and bemoaned its demise, but have come to appreciate spending time with each kiddo. At 14 and 16, they are full of snark, but also funny and thoughtful and kind. It’s easy to forget that part when they’re in the middle of tap dancing on my last nerve.
