Tuesday, October 28, 2008
To Be a Grandmother
I am sitting on my bed in my daughter's house. I have been here since yesterday as SIL (son-in-law) is out of town on business. Rachel is happily lying beside me, cooing and doing all the bodily movements a 6 week old baby does. My daughter, Pam is driving Sammy to daycare. Sammy is so sweet with Rachel. He handles her tenderly. Mostly, it is all about him, however. Ever since Rachel was born he has been a terror in the house. He only wants his mommy or daddy to handle him and even then he is not too agreeable. Typical for a two year old he must do all things HIS way. He keeps his parents hopping. I have learned to let him come to me for hugs and playtime. When I tried to hug and kiss him before, he would have such a fit you would think someone was butchering him!! With my new personae, he is different towards me. Last night we spent an hour downstairs playing while Pam nursed Rachel upstairs. This morning, the same thing. He even came over and hugged me saying, "Aw, Mom Mom, I love you!" Can you just die?