Wandering Along the path: Right Speech

It was hot today, and both my daughter and daughter-in-law came over to escape the heat, and have early dinner with us (early because of the two year old and baby),  I feel, every time I see them, that I wish I could do more to help out, but honestly, I'm surprised I can do as much as I do.  The grandkids rejuvenate me.  I'm happy holding the baby who is cooing and vocalizing while we sit talking and eating, and I ignore the non-eating of the two year old, who is cranky and tired and overwhelmed with all he's absorbing.  In the end, they are not my kids, and whatever guidance they get will be from the parents, and rightly so.  Each grandchild is quite different, because they've adapted to their parents, who are quite different.  They've got to figure these things out with each other.  I expected I'd have more judgement and advice, but no, I really don't.  I love them all, but I'm retired from the fray.  And I have no idea how I ever did it with my kids.  Did I have a plan?  I don't remember.  That's the truth.