Spending time with my grandkids hasn’t left much time for thinking serious thoughts about caregiving and life in general. Here’s where my thoughts have been centered this week.
You might be a grandma if:
You think sitting on the front steps with your granddaughter on your lap letting her drip bubble water all over you and pop bubbles all over your glasses is the perfect way to spend an autumn afternoon.
You can find the grandkids hidden in the pillowcases on their parents’ bed every night and be surprised every time.
You can see the beauty in that sweet face even while changing poopy underpants.
You understand the importance of stuffing the hungry caterpillar into the backpack before leaving for daycare and of taking a Gladware container with holes punched in the top to school in case you find a bug on the playground for show and tell.
You say “10 more minutes” at the park and then stay for 30.
You are impressed with the ability to stack paper cups in a pyramid and dismantle them in a couple of smooth moves.
You understand the necessity of a piece of candy or two in church.
You understand the difference between being naughty and having an “I miss Mommy and Daddy” emotional overflow.
You know that accidents happen.
You know that two more bites is enough for ice cream.
You’re not offended when he raves about the tortilla you smeared with canned refried beans and cheese and rejects the sautéed chicken and rice.
You don’t feel like you’ve missed a thing when you have to go upstairs 6 times to adjust the “rain music” and the night light during the latest episode of NCIS.
You think bubble bath beards and shampoo coiffures are photo ops.
You think that children’s laughter is one of the sweetest sounds on earth.