It's official- we're going to be grandparents next year, Lord willing! We are excited about this phase of life. Everyone who has already attained this status assures us how much fun it is.
Probably about 5 years ago or so I was holding a baby and made a comment something along the lines of how much fun it is to cuddle a baby but then leave it with the parents and go home to sleep all night. A friend quipped "In other words, you are ready to be a grandma." For a moment there my world paused from spinning. My kids were teenagers at the time and I was barely 40. A grandma?! Having had several years now to get used to the idea, I'm ready. When our son got engaged, R had a moment of freaking out because baby carriages have a way of following close on the heels of marriage and he hadn't been mentally preparing to be a grandpa yet. (Never fear, having a grand-dog to spoil has sped up the process for him.)
Sometimes you hear the sentiment "If I would've know grandchildren are this much fun I would have had them first". I say I had children so I could train to be a grandma. My first grandma purchase was the baby fishing rod in the photo. If that's any indication of the fun in store for us, bring it on!
Like many women before me, I am told grandmas keep getting younger and younger. Grandmas used to be little old ladies who sit in rocking chairs. Well now, let me see... I'm not old but... white hair put up in a little bun, check. Own a rocking chair, check. Bones that click or creak sometimes, check. Walk with a limp when I've been sitting too long, check. Waning energy, check. Getting forgetful, check. Harder of hearing than I used to be, check. Soft & well padded for grandkid snuggling, nope. Ok, close enough, I think I qualify.
Baby Miller will be the first grandchild for both sets of grandparents. And both sets of grandparents live local. I'm not very good at waiting in line for my turn. I'll just get that out there right up front. lol And let's just go ahead and say it -you won't be the first- "that is going to be one spoiled grandkid!"
I'm still trying to decide what I want to be called. Somehow we never used alternative names in our household- we distinguished between the grandparents by referring to them as Grandma/Grandpa Miller or Grandma/Grandpa Stauffer. But I do not want to be Grandma Miller (that is my MIL). Maybe Grammie or Mee-maw. Definitely not Mammi & Dawdi. Of course, there is a chance our grandbabies will chose their own nickname or mispronunciation for us, so I'm not losing any sleep over deciding.
At our house, it's unanimous- we are all hoping for a boy. We'll be happy with either. As long as he/she is healthy- that's what's most important. But a little boy sure would be grand...
