Love Without the Pressure of Responsibility
Grandparenting Graciously.
Granny. Nana. Nonna.
Whatever term you use.
I love being a grandparent.
No, I mean, I really love being a grandparent.
I hadn’t always thought this way.
It had been my greatest fear when my daughters were in their late teens. I worried they would become teen mums, and I would be a 40-something-year-old gran left to pick up the pieces. Thankfully, they loved me enough not to put me through that.
Now they are both adults, and I have two grandchildren. One is almost 3 years and the other 6 months.
When I held my firstborn grandchild, she was just a few hours old at the hospital. The emotions I felt were overwhelming.
Love. Unexplained Giddiness. Melting feeling inside.
Different from when I held my children but loved all the same.
Love without the pressure of responsibility.
