Sunday, we went to a friend's home to meet his new baby boy, Gio. What a darling little guy, and just two weeks old, he is. He looks around with his big, brown eyes, and he gets this really serious look on his tiny face. You get the impression that he's either understanding every word you're saying and thinking you are just plain weird, or else he's trying to figure out what in the world you are babbling about with that stupid grin on your face...and thinking you are just plain weird.
His nona and nono and great-nona were there, too (Yes, he's Italian...How did you guess?), and they behaved just the way grands and greats should. Which is to say, they were falling all over themselves to be the next to hold this treasured new member of the family. They oooh'd and aaaah'd. They clucked. They cooed. Their eyes shone brightly. There is no way anybody could turn down that kind of love and attention. Just no way.
And I thought to myself, "That's just how I'm going to be. That's just how I'm going to be with every single one." And why not? Each one is a treasure, a gift, a jewel. A uniquely gifted individual, created for an amazing purpose and destiny.
There's no way around it. From my perspective, this is life. To gaze into the eyes of your children's children. Wow. I can't wait to meet my coming grandchild. The thought of him or her brings tears to my eyes...tears of wonder and gratitude and amazement.
In the contest for World's Greatest Nana (Nona, Gammy, Gamgam, or whatever), there's lots of competition. And there ought to be. Bring it on.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Guess Who's Going to be a Grammy?
The announcement having been made to the family after weeks of secrecy, I asked my beautiful and beaming daughter-in-law if it was okay for people to know, and she said it was. Naturally, unable to contain myself any longer, I raced to Facebook with the title question and have received, so far, about 40 responses -- heart-felt, congratulatory ones.
My friends are so wonderful, wanting to know all the details. I think they might be almost as excited as I am. But, of course, that's simply not possible. I've been waiting for this day for a very, very long time. This is a dream come true.
But one of the responses took me by surprise. It was from someone on my daughter-in-law's side of the family, and it was, and I quote, "?!" And that's when I realized that I had committed Faux Pas #65,655 of my adult life so far. They hadn't been told yet.
It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't ever have the appropriate response to anything due to a terminal case of foot in mouth disease. If I'm excited and enthusiastic, I'm obnoxious (apparently). If I'm disappointed, I trip over myself in an attempt to say the right thing, naturally resulting in the wrong thing being said. Somebody help me.
So: Hey, world. Guess who's going to be a grammy? That's right. ME. And I'm going to be the best nana, nona, grammy, grams, gumgum, or whatever moniker the precious one decides suits me. Take that. So there. I am over the moon, super-happy, and walking on Cloud 9.
Which gives me an idea! I must get my hands on the ultrasound picture of Peanut so I can show everyone how absolutely adorable he or she is already!
My friends are so wonderful, wanting to know all the details. I think they might be almost as excited as I am. But, of course, that's simply not possible. I've been waiting for this day for a very, very long time. This is a dream come true.
But one of the responses took me by surprise. It was from someone on my daughter-in-law's side of the family, and it was, and I quote, "?!" And that's when I realized that I had committed Faux Pas #65,655 of my adult life so far. They hadn't been told yet.
It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't ever have the appropriate response to anything due to a terminal case of foot in mouth disease. If I'm excited and enthusiastic, I'm obnoxious (apparently). If I'm disappointed, I trip over myself in an attempt to say the right thing, naturally resulting in the wrong thing being said. Somebody help me.
So: Hey, world. Guess who's going to be a grammy? That's right. ME. And I'm going to be the best nana, nona, grammy, grams, gumgum, or whatever moniker the precious one decides suits me. Take that. So there. I am over the moon, super-happy, and walking on Cloud 9.
Which gives me an idea! I must get my hands on the ultrasound picture of Peanut so I can show everyone how absolutely adorable he or she is already!
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