The proud grandparent

Well, the person down the way has finally become a grandparent. I’m very troubled though by grandparent pride. Is there nothing in the world that a person’s child can do to make them more proud than having a child themselves? I’m not talking about cluckiness and the fact that there’s another baby in their lives (in an indirect way), and the miracle of watching that child grow. I’m talking about the ultimate achievement that seems to round off a person’s life, only making their life a true ‘success’ when they have a child. Makes you wonder, if you don’t have a child, if your achievements in life are rated at all by your parents. Well, I’m sure they are, but they’re not on the universal life-defining scale.