WHEN I BECAME A GRANDMA just over a year ago, my definition of love broadened.
I discovered a new love so profound, so deep, so undeniably wonderful that it nearly defies explanation. Those of you who are grandparents understand.
I am re-experiencing the simple joys of life through my granddaughter. A squirrel scampering across the yard never looked so intriguing. A children’s picture book never appeared more interesting. A first step never seemed more applause worthy. A small body curved against mine never felt more comforting.
It’s not like any of this is new to me. I birthed and raised two daughters and a son and cared for many children in between. Endless memorable and loving moments imprinted upon my heart. But there’s a difference. I was a mother, not yet a grandmother.
Grandparenting stretches love in a wider way, across and connecting generations. I find incredible joy in watching my eldest daughter with her baby girl. I find incredible joy in seeing how deeply my granddaughter loves her mama (and daddy). I delight in observing my husband as a grandfather, his grease stained fingers clutched by those of his one-year-old granddaughter.
I’m at the age when I am cognizant of time, wondering how the years of raising children—feeling sometimes overwhelmed by the demands of motherhood—slipped by, zip, just like that. Now I have an opportunity to reclaim that period of my life. If my granddaughter wants to page through the same book repeatedly, I will oblige her. If she stretches out her arm, pointing toward whatever she wants with fingers clenching and unclenching, I will “listen.” I will parcel Cheerios onto her high chair tray. I will carry her to the window to watch the neighbor’s dog. I will do what grandparents do best—I will love her with a love that is deep and tender, consuming and wonderful.
© Copyright 2017 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Well defined…so true…and I agree! So happy for you and your grandchild to be together. She’s so cute…love the photo of her and the book!
I know you understand firsthand the joys of grandparenting.
What a perfect little angel
She is in my Grandma eyes.
Such beautiful pictures to support your beautiful words…grandparenthood is a wondrous gift!
Thank you. “Wondrous gift.” I like that definition.
I needed some CUTENESS OVERLOAD today – thanks so much for sharing!!! Happy Day – Enjoy 🙂
Always happy to make someone’s day.
Awww, this is just so sweet, as is your little Izzy! I love the photo of her little fingers on Randy’s hand. Grandparenting is everything the best, I can never get enough of those little ones!
I hear yah, Jackie.
I am so glad you are taking the “Grandparents’ contract” so seriously!!!! Keep covering all those ‘bases’…..it’s a glorious task! (AND, you’ve earned it!!!!!)
You would know. Yes, I love this “task.”
This post just oozes of love and adoration. I love the “hands” image. I saw a little sign that I bought for my mom long ago that said, “Many a child is spoiled because… you can’t spank the Grandma!”
Yeah, there’s something about those hands…
lovely tribute- cute photos and love the pacifier you are so lucky to be a grandparent
Yes, I am blessed to be a grandma.
Glad you caught the pacifier. I wondered if anyone would catch those words. You are the winner.
Lovely. So, so good!
My first grandchild is Izzy’s age. It is quite a thing.
I just checked out your most recent post about Lo. I thought, this could be Izzy.
Being a grandma is the best. Congrats to you and welcome to the club!
Thank you. I love this club!
I do agree that becoming a grandparent can change one’s identity profoundly. It’s mysterious, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I wouldn’t have it any other way either.