Loving Life As a Grandma of Boys
My mousepad is a photo of my two-year-old red-haired grandson Jack
Sitting on a rocking horse smiling as the sun hits his face
It brings me pure joy each time I notice it
And I notice it a lot.
Jack is fifteen now, but in my mind he will also forever
be a baby, for I took care of him every day when he was a baby
from when he was three months to seven months.
It was the best gift my daughter ever gave me.
I will always and forever cherish it also.
When I felt more like a mommy to him than a grand-mommy.
It was marvelous! We are still close, for I know that he
also remembers these days when he looks at me.
His younger brother Max always wants “grandma alone time”
and tells everyone else they “cannot come” when we go swing
or he rides a scooter or whatever. This pleases me too.
Being the mother of girls who act more like cats, snarling and hissing.
I did not know boys could be loving like puppies
Wanting to sit in your lap until they are sixty.
I am overjoyed to have grandsons!
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