I've heard the term, "Boomerang Children" but I believe that term applies to people whose adult children are struggling, can't find work and have come home to live with their parents and on their parents. My little girls have amazing, skilled, employed, talented, hard-working, appreciative parents who just needed a place to stay while they sold one house and bought and renovated a new house for their family. Thus, we all live peacefully and happily, mostly stress-freely together.
Therefore, our time as a family of six has been a joy for me. I never have a moment to wonder whether I am loved or not with little kisses and big hugs abounding. Oh yes, there are fingerprints on the windows, the fridge, the mirrors and even on my tablet. But these are magical fingerprints because they have the effect of making me smile when I think of the two little girls who left their mark everywhere, including right in Grandma's heart.
Little girls live at my house. Twirling dancers in the living room after dinner easily finding their dance music on my phone are delightful. Table prayers that end abruptly when a two-year-old says "Amen" a bit early to get on with the food tickles my funny-bone every time. Making cardboard houses and school projects in the living room causes me to reminisce on times gone by. The sound of the children returning home as they eagerly call my name to find out if I'm home is deeply satisfying. And when they leave and my little Meggie Meg says, "See ya noon" it causes glee for grandpa and me every single time . Hearing repeated phrases like, "Don't let the bed bugs bite" and "See ya later alligator" reminds us that life cannot be taken too seriously.
No other grandma in all the world has the name I have. It was given to me by my first grandchild, my Elli girl, when she was tiny. "Own Grandma" is my title and I wear it with deep gratitude for the love it implies. I have six exceptional, beautiful, loving, sweet, charming, amazing, unique grandchildren who live near and far. I love each one dearly, dearly! With grandbaby number seven set to arrive next spring my delight in that child also abounds so that my heart could burst. I am so thrilled to be in this time of my life. I have been blessed beyond measure with the delightfulness of little children who are my own. This is the perfect moment in time...those marvelous, "the grandchildren are coming" years!
Little girls live at my house. Barbie's on the counter. My world is good. I hope daddy doesn't get that new house finished too soon...
