Grandkids

Is this what it means to be a grandma? Every time I go to the store, even the grocery store, I come home with new toys. Last time it was a 10-pack of play doh. My kids, of course, didn’t hesitate to point out that they were never allowed to play with play doh in the house, only outside on the picnic table.

What is it about grandkids, anyway? Why do I look into Kendyll’s eyes and see so much more there than I ever did with my own kids? Why do I rock her and sing to her and not feel in a hurry for her to doze off? Why am I so satisfied just being with her?

I was playing with Kendyll yesterday and something hit me – when she is my age, I’ll either be dead or 96 years old. I don’t know why I thought that and I can’t explain how that made me feel. I never used to think like that but I do more and more now.

Grandkids do strange things to you. When you’re with them, you’re totally in the moment, enjoying the Now. And yet, they bring you back to your own youth, and remind you how quickly time passes while somehow showing you a glimpse of the future.

There is nothing more perfect than a grandchild.