It’s still hard to imagine! I’m 54. Not quite sure how that happened actually. Not so long ago I was 53! Anyway, all joking aside, 54 kind of sneaks up on you. One minute you’re at school, you leave, you get a job (if you’re lucky these days!), you get married and have children, you divorce and still have children, then the next thing you know you’re 54 and you have grandchildren!! Bucket loads of ’em! And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Life has its ups and downs, highs and lows. It is forever changing, it never stays the same. Just as being me, forever changing, I never stay the same. And that is probably a good thing.
I’m a nana. I sometimes feel a bit like the Old Woman who lived in a shoe; she had so many grandchildren, she didn’t know what to do! Don’t get me wrong, I love being a nana. It has been something I’ve looked forward to my whole life, I think. I remember not so long ago wondering if I would every be a nana? Then, bing, bang, boom! I have 7, going on 8!! All within the last 5 years! To quote someone else “Holy Dooley!!”
At first it was easy, the first three grandsons born on the same date, a year or two apart. Yay!! Just need to remember which grandson goes with which year. Not a problem. Then the next grandson, a couple of years later, but a day later as well. Ok, not so hard to remember. Now, three more grandsons (yes! 7!) but nowhere near the same date! You’d think it wouldn’t be that hard to remember really. There are only 7 grandsons, after all. I’m seriously thinking that my very first tattoo ever, will be grandchildren’s names and dates of birth!! Number 8 grandchild, thankfully (and about time too I reckon!) is a girl! I had mentioned (threatened, really) to their mummy’s that if there isn’t a girl amongst this next lot, that some poor wee boy is going to have to be able to wear pink, lacy, frilly dresses!! Enough said.
So yes, I love being a nana. I love when they see you, shout “Nana!” and sprint into your arms, nearly knocking you on your arse. (I guess I should have said right at the beginning, that there may not always be “nana” language used in my blog.) And I just love the spontaneous “I love you nana”‘s and random hugs. Nothing like it for lifting your heart and soul.
Love and blessings