In a few short weeks, I will become a Grandma for the first time. It’s humorous that as a child when I envisioned Grandmas, they didn’t look and act like ME. Grandmas wore their hair in buns (grey buns) and wore flowered frocks about the house. Granny’s baked bread and crocheted afghans. Grandmas smelled like muscle rub.
Last time I inspected, I didn’t locate a single, solitary grey hair (but then again I am in need of trifocals, so I might not have seen the grey hairs!). And although my Mom was convinced that I needed to wear my hair in a bun for every school photo, I’ve not been a bun connoisseur in decades. I prefer jeans and tennis shoes to frocks and florals and I tend to avoid muscle rub. After all, I’m not THAT old.
Has there been a Granny Revolution right before our eyes? I believe so. Unbeknownst to most of us, Grandmas have gone hip! Modern medicine has helped people to live longer and better. Modern cosmetics have made women appear to look better for their age. Modern technology has brought Grandmas from the age of knitting to cell phones, laptops, and blogging.
Yet in the midst of the Granny Revolution, one thing remains absolutely solidified: Grandmothers love their grandchildren. I can’t imagine any gift more wonderful than a grandchild. I will get to love and spoil him and then return to sender. My eyes begin to water when I envision the birth of Little Man in my imagination. I try to picture the emotions, the beauty, the joy of that upcoming moment. I believe it will be beyond description with mere words.
When Little Man is placed in this Grandma’s arms for the first time, I am certain my heart will melt. My heart will be instantly stolen. And it won’t even matter that I will step over into the ranks of Grandmothers. Bring on the grey hairs and even the crochet needles! I am honored to be called Grammy.
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