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.