The thought of being a grandmother didn’t really take me by surprise, but I suppose it always seemed a likely event of the not-so-near future. Am I that old? How did my children become adults when I still feel like I’m in high school? Often I feel like I still need to grow up! (NEVER!) Nonetheless, I am ecstatic about this change!!
When my oldest daughter told me she was pregnant, I was excited for her and for the new arrival, although it was unplanned. Life is a precious gift, no matter the circumstances. I have a grandson in Texas, and I’ve yet to meet the handsome little feller, as I’ve been pretty much tied to my care giving role for my partner who has dementia. He has been placed in an assisted living facility, which breaks my heart, but I know I have other aspects of my life to focus on as well. On to being a granny!
Meet eight month old Carson :
My youngest daughter is in her last month of pregnancy now, and she asked me, “What do you want the baby to call you?” Granny? Grandma? Nana? (yeah… Nana… Nana Banana maybe) Abuela? Ah, it matters not. What matters is that I’m going to spoil him rotten!! As all grandmothers to be I’m sure, I simply hope for a safe delivery and a healthy new addition to our family. I suppose those gray hairs upon my noggin will count for something now.
Monica with baby Adrian in tow :
Truly, I am blessed.