If you have grandchildren, lean in while you can.

I’m suddenly the grandmother of three teenagers. Where did the time go? Who stole my grandbabies?

OK, so the youngest is only 12, but she’s on the verge, right?

I miss those three little kids clamoring to sit on my lap and read, “The Very Hungry Caterpillar,” and watch, “Moana,” from inside the fort we just spent hours building out of sheets and pillows and playing endless games of Candyland, Chutes and Ladders and Sorry.

Every summer, I used to hold Gita Camp, and they’d sleep over at my house for a few days and we’d camp out in the living room, play board games and watch movies and stay up later than their parents ever let them.

Here’s a reality check: I used to hose down the Slip ‘N Slide for water play. Now my grandson is a lifegua

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