Did I mention that I have a granddaughter? No? While here she is!
She is sweet. There are bows and flowers and pretty clothes. There is lovely dark hair and lots of it. She’s beautiful and she’s perfect. I know she will grow up to be smart and successful, and she has two big brothers to watch out for her.
I’m over the moon in love with her and I haven’t even met her yet. I’m a boy mom – and a boy grandma. Now I’m a girl grandma too. This is going to be so fun!
Tell me everything I need to know about being a grandma to a little girl. Boys I understand. Girls? This is unchartered territory for me. Help!
Since we’ve been married, we’ve lived about a decade in three cities. My husband’s job has not taken us to exotic locations but across one country and into another.
The first decade – the baby decade – was spent in Edmonton, Canada. Four of our boys were born there all at the same hospital. I learned to be a mom there – from some amazing women. It was home to West Edmonton Mall. What’s not to like?
The second decade – the young children decade was spent in London, Canada. Yes indeed. There is a city in Canada called London. I took my mothering job seriously and was so good at it. I was the ultimate soccer mom. Our youngest was born there – at home with a midwife.
The third decade – the teenage children decade – was spent in a small suburb of St. Paul Minnesota. That is as exotic as we got. I took everything I’d learned from Edmonton and London and tried to apply it to “St. Paul mom of teenagers” life. It was hard. It was busy. Still, I didn’t hate it. My teenagers were busy and energetic and crazy. I was crazy.
I used that decade to not only take care of them but take care of me. I went back to school. Finished up my degree I’d put off for years. Went from stay-at-home mom to working mom. It was hard.
Slowly the kids started to graduate and move on to college. Then weddings, Then graduate school. Some are still in college in some form. I’m a navy mom now too. You already know I’m a grandma.
Our youngest graduated from high school a few weeks ago. No fanfare. No celebration. He graduated a semester early. I’m going to be honest, he’s the least scholarly of our children (sorry honey – it’s no secret). Still his brothers are baffled as to how he (of all of them) graduated early. Apparently, it can be done. When you really don’t like school – you can make it happen. You find ways.
That baby is leaving in a few weeks to go away to work in Wyoming. He’s going to college out of state in the fall. He’s hoping he’ll be able to stand school again by then.
So here we are. All of sudden the nest is empty. What in the world? 10 seconds ago it was chaos with five children.
I’m kind of excited about it. I know, I should be crying in a puddle of tears. I’m not. I’ve worked hard for this empty nest. Am I a bad mom because I’m not sad they’re all grown and gone? I miss them. Oh, how I miss them. But I’ve done a good job. We’ve done a good job. What’s there to be sad about?
I’m looking forward to the next decade. We’ve got some exciting plans in the works. I’ll blog about that.
Tell me about your empty nest. How’s it going? What do I need to know?
I worry. I’m a worrier. I used to worry about my children. I still do but not as much.
They’re all almost grown and I don’t see them much. Their careers have taken them far and wide. My youngest is 18 and ready to fly the coop in a couple of weeks – off to Wyoming. I still worry about him but it’s becoming less and less.
Now I worry about my littles.
Over this past, horrible week, I’ve felt some relief knowing that my youngest child will soon be exiting the walls of high school, forever. He’s done. That chapter is finished. No more worries about sending him off to high school and then seeing a news flash that there’s a shooter there. I won’t have to worry about that anymore.
Wait a minute. My oldest little is turning 3 in a few weeks. That means that within a two years, he’ll enter public school. I’m sure his parents are already worrying about that.
But grandmas REALLY worry. Maybe it’s because we have less control over situations with our grandchildren. We can’t rescue them like we could our own children. We can’t make important decisions for them.
Grandmas just watch from the sidelines – and hope and pray that they will be safe. That’s all we’ve got.
My littles are going to grow up in a world much crazier than the world this momma is about to leave behind. That makes me worry.
I don’t have answers to the world’s problems. I don’t hate guns. Some of my children are very responsible gun owners. They are good people who have learned about guns, know how to use them and keep their guns safely secured with a number of systems I don’t understand. If they want guns, they should have guns.
My diet of donuts and chocolate and french fries is more likely to kill me than a gun will.
Still, I worry. I worry about crazy people who go into schools, or malls, or stadiums, or hotel rooms – that want to hurt my littles. Maybe I worry because I was involved in a terrorist event a while back – The Boston Marathon Bombing. I’ve seen what evil can do. I was there. I was running. Oh – and there were NO guns.
I’m tired of hearing the fighting and bickering – with no solution. “It’s Trumps fault”. “It’s the NRA’s fault”. “It’s the FBI’s fault”.
Whatever, people. I don’t care whose “fault” it is. Unless you have a real solution – keep your DAMN mouth shut and quit pointing fingers.
I don’t know the answer. I don’t have a solution. This is not an easy problem to solve. Parents and siblings and friends are grieving. Grandparents are grieving. The blaming and pointing fingers aren’t helping them in their grief.
Can’t we all just get along and quit being so nasty? No wonder people are crazy enough to shoot children. We have such great role models of decency and respect – in our faces – everyday (that was sarcasm). Try a little kindness. Be a little more thoughtful.
This country needs a momma-grandma-bear to put everyone in time-out. Then maybe she can stop worrying.
Last week, we talked about all of the grandma stuff we’ve collected over the past few years since we became grandmas. After Round 1 of parenting, we purged everything – only to find out we would need it all back when we became grandmas. The books, however, they made the cut for Round 2. I saved ALL of them. I’ve always loved children’s books and have had a pretty healthy children’s book library since the time my own littles were little.
Reading to children is important. It’s made a difference in my children’s lives. Here’s a list I found that confirms what I’ve always thought:
Reading to young children sets them up to succeed
Reading develops language skills
Exposure to reading exercises your child’s brain
Reading enhances a child’s concentration
Reading together encourages a thirst for knowledge
A range of books teaches children about different topics
Reading develops a child’s imagination and creativity
Reading books with children helps to develop empathy
Books are a form of entertainment
Reading together helps to create a bond
We didn’t have much money to do a lot of “fun things” with our littles, so we spent a lot of time at free places like the local library or the museum on Mondays. We’d check out stacks of books from the library and then sit and read book after book after book.
As our children grew a bit older and our finances changed, we began to grow our own library of books.
I miss the local children’s book stores. Sadly, they’re becoming a thing of the past. A few good ones are still around but not many. I loved to visit them with my littles. Not only did they have great books, they were usually quite entertaining as well. We rarely left without a few good books – usually those recommended by a very knowledgeable shop owner.
I try really hard to read books to my littles over FaceTime. Trust me, it’s not easy. It’s hard to book “bond” with them when a screen and hundreds of miles are separating us. I just want to get cozy on the couch with them. Unfortunately, that’s not possible so we do what we can and I’m thankful to at least have FaceTime.
I asked Go Grandma followers about their book collections. They shared some of their favorites:
Here are a few of my favorite books and authors. It was really had to pick just a few. Last time I visited the littles I was reading them “Love you Forever” by Robert Munsch (their very own copy that I bought them). I dare you to read that to your littles without crying. I dare you.
Thank you to everyone that sent me their favorite titles! Now I have a few more I can add to my grandma library. What are your favorite children’s books?
Grandmas, do you remember when your youngest child no longer needed the high chair, booster seat, crib, car seat, baby monitor, change table, baby gate, high chair, sippee cups, swing, etc., etc., etc? If you’re like me, it had been taking up space in your house for years and years. In fact, by my calculations, we had an assortment of furniture and toys necessary for keeping young children safe AND entertained for perhaps 15 years of our 30 years of marriage.
When it came to time to get rid of it, did you have the discussion with your spouse like I did that went something like “do you think we should keep some of this stuff? What about grandchildren?” To which he just laughed and loaded it off to Goodwill (you could back then – they’d take all of it!). I mean – our oldest 15 years ago was 14 so HEAVEN FORBID there would be a grandchild anytime soon.
Off it all went to make room for teenage type stuff – trophies, medals, report cards, sports equipment, bicycles, skate boards, back packs, video game systems, ping pong tables, etc., etc., etc.
No one told me that I’d need all of that baby stuff again. Why didn’t someone tell me that? Here were are. Littles need to be entertained and kept safe in my house again.
CONFESSION: I have accumulated a RIDICULOUS amount of baby stuff in round two! What in the world happened? I bought it once. I happily got rid of it all. Then I bought it all back again.
We are getting our house ready to sell – “downsizing”. Except that I’ve upsized with so much baby stuff, I have no idea where to put it all now. And who knows when I’ll ever get rid of it again? I could be packing this stuff around for another 20 years. I think I might have even more than the first time around.
Dear Target and Wal-Mart – you are missing a huge population of shoppers. It’s the grandmas you should be talking to. We’re the ones buying all of YOUR stuff AGAIN. This time we hardly even care about the price – because nothing’s too good for our littles.
Grandmas – I’ve seen the set-up some of you have. It’s a lot – and I admire that. You are my role models. I’m trying to be like you and my husband is not happy about it. But still – the littles need to be happy when they’re visiting. If they’re not happy, their momma’s not happy, and then they won’t visit. It’s that simple.
I love to FaceTime with my littles and show them the new stuff grandma bought so that they tell their parents they want to “go to grandma’s house”. It’s ingenious.
How much baby stuff have you accumulated in ROUND TWO?