My kids call my stepdad “regular” Grandpa. I have no idea how it started, but it was when they were toddlers—and it stuck. I couldn’t have conjured up a better word for him if I tried. This little word “regular” says so much.
The dictionary definition of regular is: arranged in a constant or definite pattern/recurring at uniform intervals/done or happening frequently.
The kid definition of regular is: One who is familiar and comfortable. Family: trust. Steady and reliable.
The grandpa who is tinkering out in the garage when they go visit Grandma.
The grandpa who dropped off Tamiflu at 10 p.m. when I had three sick kids and was too sick to make it to the pharmacy.
The one who has a beer with Dad on Christmas.
The one who drives the boat while they tube.
Auntie B’s dad.
The one who can fix anything.
The grandpa who puts together your purple bike on your fifth birthday.
One who makes bonfires.
The grandpa who shows up when we have a leaky pipe.
Someone who loves your mom . . . and you see it.
We all think as parents/grandparents/adults in the lives of kids, we must be extraordinary. I think it’s better to be “regular.”
For my stepdad and all the other “regular” dads and grandpas out there, we sure love you.