Grandma’s Home!
March 25, 2008 by Pinks & Blues Girls
Let me tell you…
There is nothing in the world quite like being a grandmother.
Maybe being a princess. A queen. A fairy Godmother.
But I think even these “vocations” simply cannot compare.
Take last evening, for example. Audrey and her little family had traveled to visit her husband’s family in Pittsburgh for the Easter holiday. I know the kids had the most wonderful time coloring eggs, visiting the Easter Bunny, celebrating with their other grandparents, aunts and extended family and friends.
But I know that a 10-hour car trip home is, well, a 10-hour car trip.
They started out at around 8:30 am. I followed their travel progress by way of text messaging. At around 4:00, Audrey text messaged me that she was starving (and being 27 weeks pregnant and having 3 kids in the car… well, “starving” takes on a whole new meaning), and could I please deliver dinner to her family when they arrived.
Now, if you know Audrey, you know that she LOVES food. We joke that Audrey starts thinking about dinner right after breakfast. She has been this way since she began talking.
Anyway, it just so happens that I had lots of leftovers from Easter dinner. So when I texted (is this a word?) that I had turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, Dad’s special homemade gravy… and even fresh grilled swordfish for her husband, she texted back “Bless Your Heart!” Believe me, Audrey would have driven back to Pittsburgh if I had texted that I would bring her a cheese pizza.
But I digress.
We live less than a mile from Audrey’s home, so my husband and I timed our arrival very accurately. My husband is a great cook and a great fan of delectable leftovers, so the “dinner” was like his crown achievement.
But what can supersede this?
A 2-year old grandson, hearing the click of the storm door, running (no, racing) around the corner from the living room to the kitchen excitedly, “Grandma’s home! Pop-up’s home!”
His 3-year old brother racing right behind… “Grandma and Pop-up!”
And their 1-year old brother breaking from a walk to a crawl to catch up to his brothers.
Oh, my. Princess? Queen? Fairy Godmother?
No, just call me Grandma. Any day!
- Sharon
Speaking of being a Grandma, you’ll soon find me posting on Type-A Mom as a “Grandmothering” Editor!
It must be amazing. How sweet you guys are for delivering the dinner also!
I’ll bet Audrey was just as excited to see the food!
Wow! That makes me wish I was a grandmother! Soon enough I guess, soon enough.
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I can totally relate to being a Grandma. The day Lil Man was born it felt like a little piece of my heart opened up just for him. I now truly understand all those times I’ve heard other Grandma’s say “If I had know grandchildren would have been such a blessing, I would have had them first” … I’m here to tell you that is the truest statement I’ve ever heard!!
BTW … how sweet of you and Pop-up to deliver dinner. I’m sure it was much appreciated. I do have to ask though … how in the world did they manage a 10 hour car trip with 3 little tykes? God Bless them!
Grandma to the rescue! What a wonderful story!
I love your story and I also think that being a Grandma is truly the best title of all. I sometimes wonder if you have to be a Grandma to understand how they melt your heart. Because they do. Lori
I love it when you write about being a grandmother! My mom always says that being a grandmother is God’s reward for letting your own children live long enough to have kids.