And I have thoughtful kids! Thus, I figured it was just one of those days they didn’t know about. So, I was surprised when I was told they’d sent THEIR grandmas cards for grandparents day! Hm…Weird… So, ya knew huh? … And I am a ???
Anyway, I suppose I must have felt something less than positive over that fact, or why would I have started to blog about it? I am, after all, a wonderful grandma! Truly! I am not just saying that. I rock! As I was writing (complaining and whining) though, I began to realize that I don’t need a day to be recognized for being a grandparent. My gift for being the grandma is exactly that; the privilege of being the grandma!
Grandchildren are full of surprises. My granddaughter, Britty, spent the day with me the other day because she was sick. During this recovery period she did fifty cartwheels, twenty-five front rolls, jumped on the trampoline one hundred times, and practiced walk-overs. Then the Motrin wore off, and I saw how sick she really was. Tummy ache and slight fever, even a little cough, so I gave her another dose, then sat down and read stories and babied her. Twenty minutes later, she was asking for ice cream and flipping off the couch! Motrin rules, and that girl is the best entertainment ever!
Another great thing about being a grandma is that the fun continues even when they aren‘t around. Photos of our times together let me enjoy those memories over and over again; and sharing stories of them delights me, and, whoever I’m telling the stories to. Even just browsing through a store has become an adventure. I can't pass up the doll aisle, the baby clothes, for their dolls, or my future great-granchildren, the toys, or the kids' clothing department. If I find something for any one of them, the anticipation and excitement is a high that trumps any celebration, party, or gift I could receive.
And I did get a very special grandma gift as Britty was about to go home. Two little arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hug, with a whispered, “When will I see you again?” To which that child was picked up and smooched, with a whispered, “As soon as possible, baby, as soon as possible.”
So, no, I don’t need a special day to be honored as a grandma; every day is already special because of the wonderful, precious, young people that make me one!
They should appreciate you 365 days a year, not just one. I bet your kids and grandkids know that. Happy belated Grandparents Day!
ReplyDeleteAw, Thanks Jen! I doubt I'm appreciated every day of the year, but I'm loved every one of them, and that's good enough. And speaking of appreciation, I appreciate you reading my blog, and commenting. I can't usually tell if anyone is out there, so at least I know someone is!
ReplyDeleteHmmm... you'd think with the amount of grandkids you have, you would have a pretty good chance in getting a card, right? Too bad parents are forgettful and children cannot independently mail things ☺
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking next year I'll have a craft day with the little ones, and they can all make me a card! Or gifts! I have a year to find exactly the right things that they can create just for me!
ReplyDeleteBarb you are an inspiration to grandmas everywhere! If it makes you feel any better, I didn't get any kind of acknowledgment of any kind either. In fact, I think I actually MADE dinner for everyone else that day!
ReplyDeleteYa know, it does make me feel better! Thanks for sharing that! (And it shouldn't have made me feel better if I hadn't/shouldn't/didn't care, huh?)Oh well, I suppose at some level, I did care or there'd have been no blog about it. But I stand by my declaration that being a grandma is enough reward in itself, and I don't need a special day to celebrate it.
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