It seems like being a grandparent is the best thing ever. Just look how happy my parents are!
Maybe they looked that happy with their own children, but I can't remember. They glow around grandkids.
I assume that becoming a grandma means that I get the funnest parts of motherhood, like reading stories, sharing giggles, and remembering how every new day is an adventure for a young person. I would save the worst parts, like sassiness and failed bedtime routines and vegetable showdowns, for the parents to handle.
I have some friends from Texas and Arkansas who have a family tradition of alternate names for grandparents. Queenie, Honey, Sugar, Champ, and Lovie. I think I'd be a great Grandma Lovie. Or Honey. Or Grammie Bethie. What do you think?
These photos are outside my parents house. I took prom pictures in front of those burning bushes when I was a kid! I am not sure I looked as happy or pretty as my mom and daughter do.
Also, note the similarity with my dad and son. The first moments of seeing Benjamin, I realized he needed to be Benjamin David because he's MY DAD. Perhaps a bit jollier and a bit more interested in eating leaves than my dad is, but still a spitting image.