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 being a Grandma 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. Â And, I admire the grandparents willing to spend quality time with their grandchildren. Â I am also very grateful that my two eldest sons have settled close to home, so any grandchildren they produce will be close by. Â 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. Â 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. Â 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.
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