When I was growing up the highlight of the year was getting to spend a week all alone with my grandparents. My little brother spent a week alone with my Mom and Dad, and then we'd switch places and I got the week alone with the parents while Marty got a week with the grandparents.
It was such a luxury to have my grandparents all to myself! My cousins all lived much closer and saw them all the time, they were a part of their daily life. But for my brother and I, it was only Christmas and Thanksgiving, every other year. So we lived for this week, the only time I recall getting to know my grandparents.
At the end of the year, we'll be moving to Macau for at least two years, which will make it difficult for our kids to really get to know the grandparents. So we decided to do the same thing I did as a child, and sent our kids one at a time to my Mom and Dad's house that has acres of land to run around on, dogs to play with, and chickens to chase.
Benjamin got to go first, and my Dad was worried that he'd be upset when we drove away. I laughed, knowing that Ben is like that song "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with"... Sure enough, it came time for Mommy, Daddy, and Nathan to leave and we had to coax Ben out of the house to say goodbye... the dust hadn't even settled on the road before he was off having grand adventures sans big brother.