I am a grandmother.
My daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby boy just more than a year ago. Technically, that made me a grandmother. But in my mind, he was simply my daughter's baby. Grandmother was not a term that seemed to apply to me.
That all changed when they came for a visit. Suddenly, I really was a grandmother. Although he is too young to talk and call me Grandma, the reality of my new title set in.
My dogs, who never have been exposed to children, were less certain about this little creature who crawls (he is on the verge of walking), moves jerkily and doesn't look or sound like adults. My oldest dog would simply walk away if the baby got too close. My youngest dog, still very much a puppy at 15 months old, liked the fact that he would drop or throw food to the floor. She really wanted to like him, but she was frightened of him. And she would bark at my daughter if she dared to walk down the hallway. I have no idea what frightened her. There were times when her exuberance frightened the baby. But overall, everybody got along fine.
But back to becoming a grandmother. I adopted my daughter when she was 11 years old, and I never had any desire to birth a child. So little babies are a new experience for me as well as for my dogs. And quite frankly, being responsible for a baby is really exhausting. My daughter is an excellent mother, but I know she is always tired as well. The baby seems to have more than two hands, always wanting to open cabinets and drawers, move kitchen chairs around, etc. Someone, of course, always had to watch him very closely.
In short, he is a typical, active one-year-old baby.
He is an extremely sweet baby, and I look forward to watching him grow and to see what kind of person he will become. For my part, I also will grow into my new role of being a grandmother.
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