If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I’d have had them first. ~Lois Wyse
This quote reminds me of a moment this past weekend of Kaya and her Gammy. I am in the living room vegging out when I hear Kaya run up to Gammy in the kitchen, “Gammy, I’m hungry!”
“Do you want another marshmallow?” she says in all seriousness. Not even contemplating that a marshmallow snack is perhaps not the healthiest or most filling option.
Kaya, I imagine, is trying to figure out if she’s serious.
“No…” she replies tentatively because being offered another marshmallow, not as a treat but as a snack has to be a trick. Doesn’t it?
“Are you sure?” Gammy encourages.
I can’t do it. I can not keep my mouth shut.
“Give her a bowl of cereal mom!”
Which I guess is what she does since I do not get a reply. Though I have no doubt it was totally topped with a marshmallow.
Yesterday we got home from Gammy and Gampa’s house after a 7.5 hour drive. Bal and I sink into the couch, unpacking nothing, just thankful to be home. All the while, Kaya is whining, “I miss Gammy and Gampa so much…”
I include this only so they melt. For I require weekend babysitters really soon!
But you know what? If I were the girls, I’d miss having them around 24/7 too. Where else can you:
Or take Mommy and Gammy out for a cruise in a golf cart? No bother that she abruptly abandons steering at any given moment. Or beelines it straight for trucks and trees without a care in the world.Where else can you decorate your own (early) birthday cake? With dinosaur sprinkles and Gammy’s homemade icing (haha!) no less.
Or play drive-thru/house/swing/castle with complete, undivided attention to your every whim and desire?
Or when it all gets to be a bit overwhelming, who else will let you nap on them? Sacrificing comfort, itches or movement in order to simply lull you.
And when grouchiness calls (aka- hunger), Gammy’s know,
if you can’t beat em’, join em’.
And though I was dying to take a beautiful, smiling portrait shot of my mom and my daughter amongst the gorgeous fall leaves, it turns out that this may be
MY FAVOURITE PICTURE EVER!
with Kaya playing games on my phone, Riley stinking, Brennyn throwing the DVD player about, then screaming when it’s out of her reach, is still worth the trip.
So too, will me carting 2 kids, car seats, suitcases, diaper bags on a plane, by myself, to go see another set of grandparents in October.
Because there is nothing quite like the love of a grandparent.
Even if they won’t change a damn diaper now and then.