To say that W has become quite attached to his Granny (Gaga) and Grandad (Dadad) in the last month would be somewhat of an understatement. The delight on his face when they arrived to babysit this Friday was just awesome. His smile was a mile wide and his eyes twinkled with glee.
Mr B and myself may also have had a bit of a grin surfacing as it meant we could…
…wait for it…
Go out! Really out. Requiring a TAXI out no less.
But not just that…
…Go out together! Whoop!
We did. It was awesome. It hurt a LOT the next day.
But the most fun was clearly had by W with his Granny. People say your life changes forever when you have a baby. This I know to be true. On becoming a mother I suddenly became overwhelmed by the need to protect. I suspect some similar genetic mutation must occur on becoming a grandparent. But rather than the need to protect the ability to entertain is born. Some new, well, the only word is superhuman patience-gene must suddenly boot into action meaning that…
- You can read the same book twenty-plus times in a row and still smile and oblige when faced with the not-unexpected “AG-GEN” when you reach the end.
- You can create the most awesome games armed with nothing but a box of raisins and a serviette.
- You can walk the equivalent of the London Marathon in an evening, only the route being up and down the SAME set of three steps continuously.
- You can smile when the glass of wine you have been trying to get around to sipping ALL NIGHT gets accidentally spilt and lost forever in an overexcited moment of tickle-action.
- You secretly quite like it when the grandchild decides he is NOT going to sleep without at least two more stories, and thus cuddles.
- You race happily to the bedroom on hearing the first cry of the morning as opposed to burying your head in your own pillow and praying for a miracle.
Gaga…we salute you.
And we love you heaps.
Come back soon.
Please.
Good stuff, Gaga.
Just out of interest, does she fry absolutely everything?
Sadly no! My Granny Peggy used to though. Delicious. I fear the current generation of grandparents are a more health-conscious bunch.
I love having a brilliant relationship with my grandchildren, and it is a totally different relationship than I had with my own children, and as you find more fun, games, spoiling and indulging them cos you have not got them 24/7
I am sure they are very lucky to have you! I just don’t seem to be able to master the same level of patience.
I dont think its mastering patience, I think its learning to tolerate and ignore their quirky strange ways and as they get older very very annoying habits, time you get to child 5 you ignore so much more, try it and see.
Ahh, lovely. I wish we had my mum living a little nearer us for just this reason. Same for MrNs parents – that’s the trouble these days isn’t it? For some people, family are too far away and it all becomes a bit disjointed. I’m going to make sure I don’t live too far from my children when they grow up – having endured the mummy bit (the not so good bits I mean, not the everyday wonder that you get from watching them grow!), I think I will love the nanna bit!!