If I live to be 1000, I’ll never be the best grandma in the world. I was blessed with the honor of of having that myself, and continue to be grateful for the lessons Nanny taught me, and the love she shared. What I can do, is promise to sing, “Froggy Went a Courtin'” and “Poor Baby Bat” (where did those songs originate anyway??)– and make sure my special granddaughter hears stories about the relationship her Dad had with her great great grandmother.
What is about this whole grandma thing anyway? All of a sudden, I’ve started noticing babies again. I check them out every where I go, and I think every single one is sooo darned cute — but not one of them is a beautiful as mine.