Ok…I’ll admit it – when I first found out my daughter was pregnant with my oldest grandson, I was less than thrilled. She was young, unmarried and really not ready to be a parent as far as I was concerned. I was still busy parenting her siblings who were 16, 10 and 6 at the time. And damn it, I was too young to be a grandmother.
I grumbled, pouted, worried (a lot), bought some new (fashionable – non “mom”) jeans, went out dancing, tried to act “young” but in the end, no matter what I did, I was about to become someones Nana.
I was there, holding my daughters leg when her son, my grandson, was born. And from that very moment on, I was smitten. It is an experience unlike any other and truly can’t be explained – it must be experienced first hand.
That tiny little boy stole my heart and still has it (along with his younger siblings and cousin). I’ve been blessed to witness each baby’s birth.
He and his sister and baby brother (in the picture) came to visit me today. The two big ones ran into my office smiling at me with their arms out.
THAT my friends is what its about. That is how I am greeted each and every time I see them. My 18 month old granddaughter calls her Nana on her play phone; my 6 year old grandson begs to come to my house and complains to his mother if he hasn’t seen me in a few days. When he does see me, he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek – it is the sweetest thing! Yesterday I met my other daughter and my 3 month old granddaughter at Walmart. Guess who saw me and smiled? Yep. I rock! 😉
Being a Nana is simply one of the greatest gifts in my life.