Becoming a grandparent

I’m really not a fussy person. I don’t decorate that way; I don’t dress that way. I like simplicity, not clutter. I don’t care to wear flouncy or frilly or flowing. Although I know it’s the current trend, I really believe that shirt tails should be tucked in.

I don’t even really care for a fussy, flowery writing style. Gushy just doesn’t do it for me, whatever the form.

I find that since I have a granddaughter, though, all that is shifting at least a little as I begin to see what it is about frills and lace and bows and headbands.

And I now understand the beauty of such statements as: “If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it!” – Hannah Whithall Smith

After spending three days with my very first grandchild (and her parents) last week, I am starting to understand what this grandparent thing is all about. First of all, if it is possible to hold eternity in a blanket, then this tiny, perfect human being who is flesh of your flesh is surely it. You just can’t help being captivated by this tiny human being in an instant. While it’s easy to fall in love with just about any baby immediately, there’s a very special twist to it when this is your family.

“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.” -Welsh proverb

Somewhere I once read that it’s no surprise, really, to be mesmerized and enchanted by one’s grandchildren. “I was prepared for that,” this grandma wrote. “What I wasn’t prepared for was how touching it is to watch your child be a good parent.”

Now that I’ve observed my son in his new role as dad, I know what she means. It softens a mom’s heart in a way nothing else can. And I was touched, as well, to see the way he and his wife are truly a team in caring for their infant daughter.

“Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you’re just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.” Pam Brown

Of course, my granddaughter is still way too young to have an opinion like that about me. Why, she just started smiling.

“Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done. Not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends–and hardly ever our own grown children.” Ruth Goode

In spite of these gushy statements, I think I’ve figured out how to feel like a grandparent. You start by just loving this sweet young thing, which is incredibly easy. And then over the years, with some attention and nurturing, I figure it just grows and develops and deepens.