Excitedly, I enjoyed the grand girls. Rarely do they stay over on a school night. A series of comical events took place and that’s how it came to pass… but that’s another post!
First, I need to say the eldest will graduate high school in a couple of weeks. I was present when she was born, but my favorite baby memory was toddling as fast as she could across the living area, slamming the wall with the loudest thud! So excited that she arrived first at the wall, turned with eyes blazing and CRASH! Down came the shelf holding granny’s antique ruby cut glass goblets.
Every single piece broken and shattered. The now 18 year old graceful beauty, stood there, frozen with the biggest smile and eyes flickering. Trying not to panic, I said ‘great job!’, be very still”. Poppie was about to lose it behind me. She was barefoot. I reached over, grabbed her up and we laughed as Poppie grabbed the broom. Safe baby, no more ruby cut glass goblets.
Now, during her last two weeks of high school, I get a night. Like the days when her mother was small, I made school lunches. Turkey on cheese bread, veggie bag, lil cheese and freshly made fudge. I even drew pictures on the sacks so they could tell them apart (I bet they appreciate the heck out of that embarrassment ).
The middle child is just exactly that. She agrees to second fiddle when the sleeping choices are discussed. She’s happy to wait her turn in the conversation and pleasantly lays out all her clothes for the morning. Since I’m a makeup freak, I’m her best friend right now. I have tons of makeup. She especially likes the airbrush because it’s different, but shy’s away from skin care (which is ok, for now).
The ‘little’ is all under my feet! She wants to help make fudge. She talks incessantly. She’s excited to learn to read the recipe, and I am able to help by stirring the sugar and butter, as her reach is quite short. She didn’t taste it once… not even once! She measured twice and got everything just right. A little impatient waiting for it to boil, we had time to talk about her upcoming piano recital, the STARR test tomorrow (what?) and my iPad needing charging. She was first to rise this morning and prepare for school before making her way to the kitchen to check on the fudge.
At grandma’s we always have ice cream with breakfast. We’ve done it since our now 20 year old grand was a tot. Her mother was not too sure about that, but continues to deal with the ritual. Today’s menu includes egg taco’s, salsa (we usually have pancakes) and ice cream. What else?
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It’s fun to be a grandma. You don’t get days like this very often. When I do, I try to make the very best of them. Soon (very soon) there will be two to stay over on a school night. It will never be like this again.
How excited I am to see the next phase, when I have three adult grands and six little’s. What’s your favorite grandma guilty pleasure? At this time, while discovering my own retirement phase, it’s definitely going to be an adventure in living better!