When my first-born was around six months old my Dad began picking him up on Friday nights. Saturday morning, on the way to work, he would be dropped off at our home again. In between those hours, there were special meals, TV shows watched, popcorn and soda, and, mostly, a strong bond being formed between grandparents and grandson. A few years later little sister arrived and she was included in Friday nights. Some Friday nights they would both go. Sometimes they would alternate. This would continue until high school, when Friday nights became the night of playing football and cheerleading. My children enjoy a wonderful relationship with their grandparents and I know part of it is because of their Friday night tradition.
My newest grandchild lives about four hours away. Once he's a little older (and I get through tax season), I plan on spending one Friday night a month down south. His parents can have a date night and I can have some special time with him.
I so look forward to Friday nights. I know that children grow up in a blink of an eye and there will come a time when my grandchildren's social life will take priority over spending time with their grandparents. In the meantime, this night of love and fun is one I greatly cherish.