10 People, 3 Generations, 1 House: The Beginnings

31 Days of Multi-Generational Living
Day 1

Midway through December of 2014, my Dad called.

I certainly didn’t realize at the time how life changing that call would be.

After some brief chit-chat, Dad let me know that he was going to be losing his current housing (long story). He asked if we could make room for him.

At this time, I was very pregnant with Brynna. Six kids, my husband, and I were already in the home. I have to admit–I didn’t WANT to say yes.

But…we were living in my dad’s house.

It used to be my Grandma’s, though she was in the nursing home for many years before she passed away in January of 2014.

How could I tell Dad that he couldn’t move into his own house?

I told Dad I’d talk to Bryan, and give him a call later.

That was a hard conversation, but Bryan and I came to the same conclusion. I called Dad back and asked when he’d be moving in.

The first couple of months were the hardest. I felt like the kids and I had to be quiet. Dad felt awkward–he’d never been around this large of a family day-in and day-out before. We had many talks.

Over time, the awkwardness started melting away–bit by bit, ever so slowly.

Fast forward several months, and throw in Dad’s retirement, and today you’ll find us enjoying many aspects of this multi-generational living thing. It still gets a little weird at times, but I suspect it always will.

I’ve gotten to know Dad a lot more, which has been a great benefit. He’s also getting to know the kids. Simon in particular loves spending time with Grandpa.

We’ve learned a lot over the months. Some things that work. Some things that didn’t.

I’m looking forward to finally writing about this topic, and sharing tips, stories, and ideas for embracing a multi-generational household.

Is there anything specific you’d like me to cover? Leave a comment for me and I’ll do my best–I’m still working on planning out the remaining 30 days of this series!