There probably isn’t a person on the planet who hasn’t heard grandparents gush on and on about their grandchildren. In the months before my grandson was born I heard countless stories about the joys of grand-parenting. I always smiled politely in response and wondered if I would be carrying on in similar fashion. I was excited about his arrival for sure, but all the fuss seemed a bit much. How magical could it be? Poopy diapers and sour spit up, not exactly the stuff dreams are made of, right?
And then it happened . . . he was born . . . and I swear to you my life instantly changed in a big, BIG way, and hasn’t been the same since. I did my best to resist becoming a cliché, but it was impossible, instant doting grandparent. I remember holding him for the first time, he gazed at me and POOF, I was in love, some kind of grand baby spell.
Three years later, I never get tired of looking at his little face and kissing him all over. I cannot be in presence without smiling. His little voice, the funny things he says, and all that wonder . . . to see things again for the first time through his eyes. I never imagined a second chance at wonderment and awe. Honestly there is no greater joy.
True confession . . . last night I was out with a dear friend. I had a meltdown, and told her my life was terrible. I let my achy heart get the best of me. In that moment life felt really hopeless. Right here, right now, in public, I am replacing those desperate words with these more accurate words . . . .
Life has definitely been challenging lately, but I am grateful for the joy my little boo brings to me. It’s a slap in the face of the Universe to declare all is hopeless. It’s simply not the case, and my grandson is proof. So little, yet so mighty, he casts his grand baby spell, makes me forget my troubles, and fills my heart with love.
Grateful to be his Nonna . . .every single day. Thank you my boo.