How in the world does anyone put into words the joy of being a grandma? I remember a few years ago when we learned we were going to be grandparents I was anything but excited. First of all, I felt we were too young. As if there is some magic number when one feels like they are "ready" or "entitled" to be a grandparent. I always thought of my grandparents as being old. They were always wrinkled, always hunched over, always LOOKED like grandparents. And that never changed. So to think that I was going to be a grandma at the age of 50?? Well, that just didn't seem like it should be so.
And of course, as ANY grandparent will tell you, once they BECOME a grandparent, there is nothing better. Truly. A friend of mine a couple of years ago talked about making time for grandparenting. That in this busy culture when people work much beyond regular retirement ages that often we don't allow ourselves the time to be a grandparent. And that when we finally do have time for them, they don't have time for us. So as long as I'm blessed to have a job that allows me flexibility (thank you BeautiControl direct sales opportunity for 20+ years), then I am going to make time in my schedule to truly enjoy being a grandma. The once a week time I get to have a grandma day is a highlight for sure.
Last week's fun included swimming lessons. I had this idea that I'd sit by the pool watching Dawson paddle away, but no, I had to get down in the pool with him with his every other word being "I wanna go see my grandma". And pretty soon I'm paddling away and blowing bubble myself. Oh, being a kid again. Guess grandparenting does that to you.
