I have always claimed that my greatest accomplishments in life are my three sons. Now that I am a Grandma too, I am discovering that this experience is right up there with being a mom, although I cannot claim it as an accomplishment.
I so envy the current generation having children with their parents willing and able to help with their grandchildren. And, I admire the grandparents willing to spend the quality time with their grandchildren. I am also very grateful that my two eldest sons have settled close to home, so any grandchildren they produce will be close by. In my generation, we went to visit our grandparents once in a while, but always as a family (mine had 8 members) and usually for special occasions where the house was full of cousins and other relatives.
Spending the last few days with my grandson I am reminded of how miraculous a new baby is. From the moment they are conceived to the time they are full grown, their progress is an amazing accomplishment, one we as humans should be incredibly proud of and grateful for.
It is such a joy to spend quality time with a grandchild, even a tiny one that spends most of the day eating, sleeping, spitting up and pooping with bouts of unexplained wailing. Even my gardens have taken a back seat this week as I babysit (that’s what the parents call it, I call it bonding with) my grandson.