I used to hear friends talk about how wonderful it was to have grandchildren. I've always loved babies and children, but I couldn't understand the gift of these children of our children until I had some myself. Our wonderful, smart, happy grandkids -- all eight of them -- have filled me with an ineffable sense of happiness and the goodness of life. They give me the opportunity to get to know this precious flesh of my flesh (and of my husband's flesh), two generations down. They offer the chance to reset mothering mode into that of grandmothering, to do what I can to serve them, these beloved munchkins. Plus -- a BIG plus -- they are so much fun!
One of the very best things the grandkids do is give me "legitimate" entre into a world that, truth be told, I never left after I grew up. Here's how it goes: Mixed up with the French toast and fruit for breakfast is a strawberry that is actually a beautiful red heart. Making funny faces is, well, it's just funny. Gazing into a handheld mirror is the most fascinating thing. Way-too-big crocs are clown shoes, just right for getting a big laugh. And building a fairy house of sticks, shells, sparkly rocks, moss, great big hosta leaves and a little yellow dandelion flower is special, magical fun.
On Friday night Amelia and Isaac spent the night with us so their parents could have a wonderful meal out with friends at Lantern and then a rare leisurely Saturday morning. While Luke and Susannah had a social night out and a relaxing morning, we had the fun, pleasure and busyness of Amelia and Isaac's company. I am a lucky woman indeed.
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Just discovered your latest blog entry. Hurray! I have missed Grammie's posts. :) And thank you for always seeing the good in your sometimes-mischievous grandchildren -- and in the rest of us as well. You are a wonderful mother-in-law and grandmother, and we are so thankful to have you. xoxo
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