How could I have known a few years ago, a little short toddler wanting to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, or Peppa Pig all day would be okay with me? How could I know how hilarious it would be when my 2-year-old grand-baby waits for me outside the potty door that when she heard the toilet flush, she would scream, "Good job!”? How could I have known that I would rather sit and spend the entire day playing with dolls, coloring, play dough, and hold one while she plays with her Papa's phone and looks up kids videos and asks us to 'dance' with her?
When I was in my 20's and planning my two children, I never thought of being a grandmother much less a great-grandmother! I feel like maybe I took a pill and all those years before now are almost erased as it seems like everything these 4 beautiful little girls do is like a miracle I've never witnessed.
Back then, I know I shared this same happiness and thought they were the smartest, sweetest children and grandchildren in the world. I know because I have years of journals expressing my feelings. Sometimes I wonder if God knew I needed this kind of joy, laughter, and feeling like a child again by spending so much time with my great-grandchildren because when I'm with them seems to make me forget any past pain or sadness I may have experienced.
Oh, it wasn't terrible as I look back on those years, it was just different. I think I must have been supermom. You know the kind where the cartoon character shows a woman who is gifted with 6 arms and is holding a baby while she cooks, cleans clouds of dust, and folds laundry!
It seemed easy back then to get so much accomplished. And then when my grandchildren came along, I still had a lot more energy than I do now. Oh my, the funny and wild times we experienced with these 3 young ones. They could make me laugh and make me cry. I'll never forget when my daughter and I had the oldest (2 boys) dressed to go shopping. My daughter dressed the youngest baby girl who was just walking and when we got ready to leave she was covered in chocolate pudding. Don't scream or cry now, I told myself as I cleaned her up.
Soon we were ready to go and went to her room and there for the 2nd time she was covered in chocolate pudding! We had cleaned her up but had not followed the trail of pudding left in the bedroom! These are the times we wanted to cry but now look back and laugh about the situation! So much for this story, there are so many more which I have saved in articles I wrote about their younger years!
Now a new generation is sure to fill my time and gives me more stories to share. If this is a gift I share with other people who love to write, you will understand what it feels like to look at a blank piece of paper and all these memories come forth as needed to entertain my readers with an article they can relate to.
Wynter Rose, Bianca, Brooklyn, and Briella are the great's! Lord, I am thankful for the times I get to spend with them and please forgive their mothers for thinking I'm just an old lady that doesn't know much about raising kids.
And forgive me for thinking they are surely going to let the children fall down the stairs, bite a dog, throw a cup at her head as she drives down the street, washes their doll's hair in the dog water, and trusts them with food that I swear should be chopped up in little bitty pieces!
We often go around in circles trying to keep the peace as we agree to disagree. But as long as they continue to bring them to visit me, I am truly blessed. I haven't changed that much as I can still do a few pretty good dance moves and hold them on my chest because that's where they want to stay as I rub their back and hold them gently as they go to sleep!