Since I'm in my early 40's, and my kids are 9 and 11, becoming a grandparent is a far away prospect. A part of me doesn't want to be one - I have serious reservations about the type of world we will have in 30 or 40 or 50 years. Not my decision though.
My kids are a bit unfortunate in that, despite all 4 grandparents being alive, Mrs. farfromtheun's parents are in Ireland, so not seen with any regularity, and my parents are, well, a bit shit, despite only living 10 miles away. I wish that they could show some of the willingness and devotion that many of the posters here do, but it seems that their life is a bit too important. We've tried and tried, but never make progress. In a few years - when my old man retires - they will probably move to the Isle Of Wight and I think that they're expecting that we'll be visiting every couple of months. There seems to be a constant disparity between an imagined world and the real world - in their heads, I think they think they're great - the kids have their own bedrooms in their house yet they've stayed over less than a dozen times.
The same story is going to play out further once they move. It is disappointing, but my attitude is starting to harden, and I find myself caring less as time goes on.
In all likelihood, with remote working becoming far more viable, we could end up nearer my wifes family in Ireland, which isn't something I would have considered in the past - the idea of taking my kids away from my Mum and Dad wasn't something I'd have contemplated in years gone by - but now I would, because the kids would have a lot more to gain, than they have to lose, by moving.