People often joke that the best thing about being a grandparent is being able to send the kids home. Well..while there is some truth to that, it’s only a sliver of what it’s all about.
…the way my grand kids act as if the sun rises and sets over me and I gotta admit, the feelings are mutual. It’s as if there’s nothing we could possibly do to change the unconditional love we have for one another. While their halo’s are sometimes dim, hanging crooked or bent into various shapes, they are still my little angels that I adore.
…the laughter we share in spite of our silliness. Instead of rolling our eyes at each other, we appreciate our unique sense of humor, because it’s part of our charm.
…the acceptance we share; how everything we say and do is done in a way that expresses how we are completely okay with each other. They are not afraid to talk to me about life because they know there’s nothing they could tell me that would shock me or change my love for them.
…seeing the world all over again through their eyes. When you’re raising your kids, it’s not always easy to take the time to get down at their level and enjoy their little world. You’re busy and exhausted taking care of the home. But as a grandparent, our world evolves around just them in that moment we’re together. I’m able to be attentive to every little thing they say and do.
…carrying on our legacy. For whatever reason, they are interested in what I have to share; my tidbits of wisdom that I’ve learned along the way, my stories about my parents and grandparents, my stories about me when I was their age. We dream together…about their future – and I encourage them to follow those dreams and dare to become whatever their hearts long for.
Being a grandma is amazingly awesome – and carries a great responsibility. I’m thankful that God honored me with such a title. And today…our sixth grandchild will be gracing us with his presence.
Not only do I wait anxiously for his grand appearance,
but for the day that I hear him say, “Grandma.”