Not sure that I know, certainly don’t have a formula, but I'm finding out as I go. This week it's meant…
…being on call: to wash and band-aid a bleeding foot, to teach little legs to climb down a ladder backwards, to tuck a waking little boy back in his bed, to wake up promptly with a smile, and yes, to cuddle up and read a book…
…being in the yard: collecting fallen apples, manning the swings, picking plump yellow pear tomatoes, being the refuge from the sprinkler, taking pictures of little people in their playhouse.
…being in the kitchen: making bread together, cutting and peeling apples for applesauce, and apple bread, and apple crisp, stirring strong and licking spoons, fixing chicken, and brownies for dessert…
…teaching first notes on the piano: "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"--singing and playing together.
…holding an awestruck baby as he listens and wonders in his brand-new world.
…taking a walk to get a slushie and play at the park.
The job description is endless. What does it take to be a Grandma? For now it means being here to answer when the call comes: "Grandmom?"
And as I write a little voice carries up the stairs, freshly returning from a walk with mommy and daddy:
Here I am. Gotta go!
(Please pardon this abbreviated post; this 'Grandmom' stuff has definitely limited my capacity for ponderings this week! So much else to do and to be. )
Cutest post EVER!
Glad you enjoyed it. I'm enjoying the grandmothering. You are so fortunate to live so close to your dears.
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