I look after various – sometimes all six – grandchildren for about 25–29 hours a week. School holidays – and we are just coming to the end of an eight-week summer holiday – they spend far more time here. (I am exhausted and so looking forward to February 7, although I love them very much.) The two little ones routinely have their full days with me and the older ones routinely come to my house after school. In fact, they all regard my house as a kind of extension of their own home.
My eldest grandchild, now 15, goes home from school on the school bus, apart from occasional days when his mother collects him after work and they come to collect the others and sometimes stay for a bit of a chat. I am slightly shaken that my eldest granddaughter (13) who is starting college [high school] tomorrow, will be coming and going by bus so she won't be stopping here after school – unless she really wants to. My four-year-old grandson will be starting school next April, when he is five, and we shall no longer have our "Granna and Finn" days.
Of course, we spend time together as a family when we can: birthdays, Christmas, Easter, summer barbecues, when we feel like it and all have time, and so on. I am their grandmother, not their "official carer", and that is all there is to it. I love them and they love me. It rocks; why make it difficult?