It’s Different
Being a grandparent is different they said
& I suppose it’s true.
There is an easier approach, a different view.
I’m not the one doing the raising this time, so YaY.
No pressures
& I also suppose that I’ve turned into one of THOSE kind of grandmas.
The MY grandchild is …. perfect ! and wonderful ! and beautiful ! and smart ! and and and … !
Yep.
That’s me.
Because he melts my heart is what he does.
From the very first moment we met.
He’s every emotion I’ve felt as a mother and then some
& it all bubbles over when I see that adorable little face.
I’m telling you, it’s AWESOME.
I wasn’t quite sure what kind of grandma I would be when they first told me I would be.
All I knew was that I came from a very long line of Best Grandmas Ever
& I wanted to do the same.
But, today he turns two
& he calls me Acki
& in his little mind he probably wonders why this crazy lady needs to give him so many kissies.
I tell him I just can’t help myself.
Mr Owner of my Heart is making this ‘it really IS different’, grandma gig So. Incredibly. Easy.
🙂