Perfectly Perfect
When I started blogging back in 2006, I had a 14-year-old and a nearly 12-year-old. I didn’t think of myself as a mommy blogger, but that’s exactly what I was. Taylor and/or Katie showed up in a majority of my posts.
Did I ask them if I could write about them? No. Do I feel bad about that now? No. I do not. I felt it was important for the world to know that a beloved child can be both cherished and frustrating all at the very same time. That’s just parenthood. Two things can be true at once.
I’m finding that grandparenthood is very different. While it is annoying to hear that So-and-So’s child is nothing but perfect and obedient and brilliant, my grandchild IS nothing but perfect and obedient and brilliant. Granted, he’s only 3½ months old, but I don’t see it changing. He shall always be the best and most perfect and obedient and brilliant child.
And then I remember whose child he is. Which means he will also be funny and sarcastic (in a good way) and will test his parents’ patience. And probably this Grammy’s patience. Just like his father did mine. The difference will be that he won’t be my problem. <insert maniacal laugh>
All those times I complained to my mom about Taylor making me laugh when I was so angry with him but he wouldn’t believe the level of my anger because I was laughing, and she would just giggle and mumble something about paybacks. And I’m here for all the paybacks.
But more than the paybacks, I’m here for the sweet baby snuggles and nap traps and smiles and raspberries and giggles and did I say smiles? Oh, so many smiles.
Now that my kids are 31 and closing in on 29, I’m definitely not a mommy blogger anymore. But I have a new title. Grammy Blogger! And I WILL be writing about his perfection with a smile on my face and no apologies.
Thrilled that I’ve known and loved you since you were a mommy blogger—and so was I. Some of those days were so lonely that I’m super grateful for the other women who also had imperfectly perfect kids. Nice to know that when you’re a grammy, the grandkids actually ARE perfect. So glad you’re enjoying this sweet, sweet time.
In my extensive experience as a grammy, yes. the grandkids are truly perfect. 🙂
It is a sweet, sweet time, but I do recall the way back being pretty sweet, too. Especially in light of the friendships that were gained from then. 🙂
GRAMMY BLOGGER?!? Here 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 this 👏🏻
Buckle up, Buttercup! It’s about to get real up in here…
Hey, Cuz!
Though it’s been years since we’ve seen one another or spoken, you have never been far from my heart and thoughts. With that in mind, I woke up this morning and decided to “google” you since cyber stalking is my favorite pastime. 🤣 To my sheer delight, I easily found you and this blog.
Congratulations on becoming a Grammy!!! How exciting.
I didn’t realize your dad had passed. I was sad to find that out and to discover that dementia touched his and your family’s life. My mom had Alzheimer’s for ten years before she passed. My dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s last year, though there’s some question as to whether it’s actually dementia.
Uncle Leal went to be with Jesus last year. I miss him so much. He was my favorite uncle and one of my favorite people in life.
Just last week, I heard “Saturday Night” by the Bay City Rollers!!! Lol. Took me back to our childhood where you and I played electric air guitars while listening to that song. I’ve often wondered if you remember that night with the save fondness (or if you remember it at all). It’s funny to me how seemingly innocuous moments in life turn into incredibly special memories.
I hope we can connect soon. I don’t know if you’ll have access to my email address when I provide it in order to leave this post. If not, please let me know by responding to my post and I’ll get it to you somehow so we can hopefully exchange cell numbers. I’d love to FaceTime or talk virtually.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Mary Ann (Gonzales)