I’ve slightly struggled with the art of being a grandparent since becoming one six years ago. It isn’t because I feel I am too young to be a grandma, more because at the time I had a three year old myself to parent at home. It’s not something that has consumed me but it’s something internally I have felt on and off in the past years. It is a blessing to be a grandparent. No doubt. Joy abounds, but still.
The parent part of grandparent was more evident than anything else due to the fact that I usually have my own child with us when the grandchild visits. Disclaimer: I do not feel a grandparent is one that should give whatever the grandchild wants to them or supply them with endless stuff, candy, with no regard to discipline. Perhaps it’s that I feel a grandparent, in normal circumstances, can take a more relaxed role as one watching the grandchild. They can savor the enjoyment of the child without feeling they have to discipline as they do with their own children. Am I making any sense?
Earlier this week I was lucky enough to have three out of four of my grandchildren at my house, along with my nine year old daughter. After they left I was thinking about the day and how a tiny bit of me felt tired but overall just happy with the time I had with them. The moments that came to mind are below:
When my only granddaughter woke up and decided she would sit with me on the couch, just the two of us and cuddle. Things like this do not happen very often. Either her brother or my youngest daughter are present. This moment in time I snuggled her closer and nuzzled my nose in her hair. I told her I loved her. She smiled back at me and it was a pure grandmother moment. Relaxed.
Singing to one of my twin three month old grandsons while I rocked him and he smiles up at me. That made my heart full and I couldn’t stop my face from smiling if I wanted to.
Talking with the other twin grandson and his huge smile appears, like it was all for Grandma only.
I pondered for awhile later that day and reflected back in the six years of becoming a grandparent. I find myself in a more relaxed state, even when my own daughter is present. Perhaps it is because she is getting older or I have come to “fit” better into this role as Grandma Julie.
All I know is joy is present. Joy is good. Life with family is even better.