Glory of the Grandma

Glory of the Grandma

You can see and hear us everywhere. Pushing strollers in the streets, playing in the parks on the swings, in the supermarkets, on the buses going to wherever.

 We are the Grandma's, the quiet army of helping hands and support teams that rally in any way we can, in any way our reality allows, to back our kids and assist them with theirs. 

 What a joy. What a precious privilege. For all involved. We are all winners.

 We listen intently to their stories, we walk slowly. 

 We stop to check the snails and say meow to the stray kitty. We get enthusiastic about everything and smile and kiss endlessly. 

 We bring treats and surprises, and we keep to no schedule. Naptime is optional. As is eating your veggies. 

 We do movies,and stories ( for the 12th time if necessary) .Fun rules supreme. We almost never say no. 

 Not even to glitter stickers on the floor.

 We allow feet (and shoes) on the sofa and lunch in front of the TV. 

We get wet and muddy in puddles. And we buy stuff. The useless garbage that parents NEVER buy, but Grandma does.

 And at the end of the day, when the precious grandies are returned to their parents, and we tumble into bed, exhausted from countless turns on the swings, miles of strolling, endless snacks, and wiping snotty noses, aching in places we forgot there were muscles..... 

 We are filled with gratitude for this full circle of blessing we are part of.

 Dedicated to us all, be you Granny, Ouma, Saftush, Nana, Ata, Gaga or any other variation of title. 

 With love and admiration for the members of the best club in the world, so grateful to be a part of it.