Published in Rains County Leader on May 10, 2016:
Being a mother is a wonderful experience that is surpassed by little else in this world. However, there is a certain freedom about being a grandma that makes it a lot more fun. Several years ago, David and I stayed with our two grandchildren for a few days while Christian and Amy celebrated his birthday in Las Vegas. Here are a few thoughts I jotted down after that experience.
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 at bedtime 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 “ten more minutes” at the park and then stay for thirty.
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 are enough for ice cream.
You’re not offended when he rejects the sautéed chicken and rice and then raves about the tortilla you smeared with canned refried beans and cheese.
You don’t feel like you’ve missed a thing when you have to go upstairs six 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.
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