If you would be so kind I would like to share with you a few fun thoughts on being a Grandmother and hopefully bring a smile to your face. If you are a Grandmother, you will relate quite nicely. If you are not, then maybe it will bring back a nice memory of your Grandmother. For those "young things" out there, this will give you some incite to the joys to come.
I will be honest...In the past when I heard people speak about how many grandchildren they had, I truly thought they must have rabbits running wild in that family. Now that I claim seven, I have since changed my way of thinking.
How does one grandma manage seven grandchildren? There are birthdays, holidays, and special times that need celebrating all year round! I kind of look at it this way...
As long as I have their whole names spelled correctly, written alongside their birthday and in order of their birth, I will be good to go! I honestly do not even have to know how to pronounce their names. They have renamed me several times so I think it is only fair I come up with my own name for those sweet faces that I can remember. Perhaps a number system would work.
My only grandson still calls me Meme, he is nine and in the fourth grade.
He did tell me recently I would now be called "Grandmother" in front of his peers. What the...Really? Grandmother? It sounds so OLD!
He is and will always be my little man and my heart!
If he wants to call me Grandmother then so be it...as long as he continues to call.
He did remind me when his little sister was born two days ago that he was holding out for a brother in the future. I told him I was sorry but that I did not think that was going to happen. He looked so sad. I then told him to shoot for a puppy!
Your welcome Mom and Dad!
One angel decided to make her entrance into the world a little bit early and I could not get there in time.
This last little bundle of joy, making number seven, had different flight plans.
My oldest daughter thought it best if I watch the other two children while she went to have the baby. She is very picky who she leaves the children with as she should be. She assured me she would be just fine alongside her hubby, who at times has been known to be a little squeamish. I have always felt it my duty to be there for him so that if he did faint, I could hold him up, or offer some comfortable cushioning should he fall my way.
She told me she would have piece of mind knowing the children were with me. Of course that made my heart melt and the fact that she trusts me so.
Needless to say...hubby was on his own.
Of course I understood, but was kind of sad that I would not be there too. I really knew there was no alternative motive for keeping me away. I did however remember the last time I went to the hospital, I may have been slightly over zealous, looking over my daughter for hours. When I say looking over her, I mean literally looking over her! I did jump back when she opened one eye and yelled BOO at me!
Nothing like getting BOO'd at to get ones blood a pumping!
Maryanna asked her sister Isabella if Mommy was as old as a dinosaur. I am sure the question just warmed mommy's heart. It brought such a chuckle as I listened to the story unfold. However, the story did not end there nor how I had envisioned.
Suddenly something turned horribly wrong!
Isabella said..."Of course not! But Grammie is!"
Oh those adorable pumpkins! It is true...I may be as old as a Dinosaur but in my defense, I am not as old as dirt! That's my story and I am sticking to it.
Did you notice my name change with these four Princesses? This set of grandchildren call me Grammie! Not Meme!
I have now learned to respond to just about any thing nowadays!
-- Lois Wyse
"Meme, are you my grandmother?"
"Of course I am," I replied, "and you call me Meme."
She clasped her hands together and laughed out-loud in joy!
"Oh Wow!" She exclaimed happily.
-- Pam Brown