For the past few weeks I have seen my Facebook friends posting photos of their grandchildren with this explanation: Every day I select an image from a day in the life of being a grandma and post it without a single explanation. In turn you are to nominate a friend to do the same. Two days ago, a dear friend of mine nominated me. I smiled and thought about it, as I usually do not share pictures of my grandchildren. Only when I have the permission from their parents. In this day and age, there is a fine line in sharing and over-sharing, but, I digress.
So, yesterday I shared a picture of Little Man and myself. A sweet moment captured by my youngest and a photo that I love. I can still remember the moment, the feel of his tiny body so comfortable, no squirming, no jiggling, just a tiny newborn with that fresh newborn smell. Now he is all boy. Lots of movement and noise and talking. I wouldn’t have him any other way. Of course, that newborn smell is long gone.
Today I posted a picture of Little Miss, curled up in her little bassinet, sound asleep. Another precious picture. I remember when that photo was taken, it was a warm San Diego day and she was only in a diaper with a little bamboo blanket on to keep the air off of her. This morning I face-timed with Little Miss who, in her excitement for seeing us at Christmas had a list of thoughts she wanted to tell me in preparation for our visit. I have laughed rethinking the conversation in my mind. Gotta love a five year old with an active imagination.
The thing about this challenge, as they call it, is no explanation, how in the world does any grandmother not explain and tell a story about their grandchildren? That is literally impossible!
As I thought about this sharing of photos, I came to the realization that moments in a grandmother’s life is not only her grandchildren. I thought of when I became a grammy for the first time. Seven plus years ago, when Little Man was born, it was a hot July day and my life changed forever. I saw my daughter and son-in-law walk in with this tiny bundle. That moment is etched in my heart and mind.
The next time I felt that way was two years later, on another hot day, this one in October. I stood with hubby outside a hospital room and heard the first cry of Little Miss. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. A new life, a new child, a new little girl.
These moments bring to the realization that these lives, these two precious lives are ones that I won’t be a part of completely. In conversations about your grandparents, how many are in the present tense? For most of us, words like, was, were, did, had are in the sentences. Past tense words. I remember, a phrase commonly used in talking about grandparents. That’s part of being a grandparent. We strive to make memories so that when our sweet babies are grown, they, too, can say, I remember.
For me, grandma moments are not restricted to Little Man and Little Miss. My moments are those when I channel my Mother-in-law without thinking and find myself reacting and saying things she did when my girls were small. She is present in my heart and mind whenever I am with my grandchildren. I know she would have loved her great grandchildren dearly.
Seeing my daughters and their husbands with their children also are some of my grandma moments. Watching them interact, discipline, explain (for the umpteenth time) things to the kids, play games, build things, and laugh with them does my heart so much good. Seeing a foundation built into my grandchildren by their parents is a visible reminder that there is a legacy being built.
I am blessed to have two more granddaughters. Two beautiful girls (although one is grown now) who were gifted to me by my son-in-law. Two girls I didn’t have the honor of seeing as infants, but feeling a bond with them I never imagined. They bless my heart, hearing about their accomplishments and wishing I could wrap my arms around them often.
A grandma’s challenge is multi-faceted. It reflects so much that goes unspoken. Like a diamond catching the light, the heart of a grandma will flash a glimpse of laughter and surprise, it will reverberate with a pride that cannot be contained in the heart, but beams through facial expressions. A grandma will hold out her arms waiting for a hug and hoping the child will absorb not only the hug, but deep love and emotion that is in the hug. A grandma’s challenge is to plant deeply the roots of all she is into her grand-babies, so that in years to come, any and all conversations about her will bring to the foreground the love and comfort she put there.
Thanks for stopping by today, I appreciate your visit. Cathi (DAF)