When it comes to my neighbors, I miss the grandparents next door.
Three years ago, we moved our family of four from an 1100 square foot home to our current abode. But what we gained in space, we lost in connection to our old neighbors, Bill and Maureen.
Bill and Maureen were the grandma and grandpa who lived next door for 11 years. They weren’t our grandparents, and they weren’t perfect, but they were great neighbors. In fact, everyone should live next door to someone’s grandparents. And here’s why:
1. They’ve been there, done that.
The grandparents next door were pretty relaxed about life. They’d seen the highs, they’d experienced the lows. When you’re an anxious 30-something with a new baby, there are no greater neighbors than ones who can calm your a@# down!
2. They loved my kids.
Living next to grandparents was nurturing for my kids. Bill and Maureen would hug my kids, chat with them, and pull out any of their grandchildren’s toys in which my kids expressed an interest. They let the kids climb their tree and swing on their swing.
3. They liked me, they really liked me.
When we first moved in next to Bill and Maureen, my husband and I gave them the “friendly wave”, but we assumed we were too busy, or the age difference was too great, to hang out.
But when our son turned 3, he decided Bill and Maureen were the most exciting thing on the block and he started wandering over to visit them.
Like, all. the. time.
Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Because after years of friendly waving, I was now forced out of my comfort zone to actually TALK to my neighbors. And we liked each other. And liking each other leads to respecting one another and all of that makes for good neighbors any day of the week.
4. They had excellent tools and a giant snow blower.
Now that we live in suburbia, we realize how lucky we were to live next to Bill and his tool shed overflowing with every tool imaginable. Plus, see #1 above. If something broke in our house, chances were that Bill had both the tool and the knowledge needed to help us fix it.
He also had an amazing snow blower with snow tires (!) that he loved taking up and down the street to clear off the sidewalks, including ours. What a gift!
Yup, those grandparents next door were gems. And I like to believe that we lived next door to one another at the right right time in our lives. We still see Bill and Maureen around town, but I miss them being right next door.
May you be lucky enough to have grandparents next door!
What do you like about your neighbors? Do you share a bond?
This post was prompted by Finish the Sentence Friday. Today’s prompt was “When it comes to my neighbors…”
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