How To Become A Granny

Next to being a mother, being a granny is the best thing ever. The relationship has a lot of the perks of motherhood, without all the responsibilities. For example, I get all the hugs and kisses but don’t have to worry about getting the kids to bed on time or giving them a balanced diet.

The grandchildren and I have a lot of fun together and don’t have a lot of rules we have to live with. It’s pretty much a perfect world, being a granny.

OK, so first of all, to become a granny, you have to get a grandchild, somehow. There are several ways to accomplish this. First, there is the old fashioned way. You know – you have a child. The child begets another child.

It’s lovely and very sweet to see the baby of your baby. You fall instantly in love because they remind so much of your baby and when you gave birth. It’s a full circle moment for sure.

One grandson came to me this way. The son of my daughter, Mac, was our first grandchild and is now fifteen years old.

Then God can gift you with grandchildren, as I was when our niece asked Gramps and me to be her parents and be grandparents to her children. That’s how I received five grandchildren in Phoenix, now ages fourteen to twenty-two.

These gifted grandchildren came to me in such a special way. I learned to love them as I learned to know them, each in their own special way.

Then, of course, there is adoption, where you choose the child yourself. How special is that? I don’t have any grandchildren in that way but I would certainly accept them if they came in such a manner.

I love being a granny so much. I would take grandchildren almost anyway they might come to me. If they were for sale in a mall, I would become a retail shopping granny. If they came wrapped in bows, it would be Christmas every day. And if I had to borrow some, I would most certainly get the library card and start checking them out!!!!

I recommend grannyhood to all. For me it is the culmination of all I have learned and loved the past seventy-four years rolled up in six shiny young faces that I cannot get enough of.

Try it! I think you’ll like it!!!

Gramps And Granny Go To Oshkosh

Gramps and I decided to go to Oshkosh this year, which if you are not aware, is the biggest Air Show in the country – maybe the world. I’m not sure, but it’s pretty big.

We have been before and have even taken grandchildren. (See Camping With Teenage Boys 9-5-2013) But somehow, this year was different. We had originally hoped to take Mac, our 15 yo grandson with us, but Summer High School Band conflicted, so we decided to go by our lonesomes.

Off we started in the old reliable camper, now 17 years old! Our first stop was to visit cousins in Iowa for a couple days and of course, eat sweet corn, freshly picked. Nothing is better than fresh Iowa corn!!!

Then straight to Oshkosh, Wisconsin to find a spot in the field designated for camping with no hookups. Good thing we had our generator! It was a huge village of every kind of camper, van, RV and motorhome you could imagine with every accessory known to man.

Bicycles, scooters, golf carts, trams and buses were going by constantly, to say nothing of the stream of pedestrians. Our little village was certainly a busy one.

And may I add, a very pleasant one. Families, children, elderly, disabled all gently mixed with no cross words, no grumbling, no shouting. Everyone used kind language, humor and smilies at every turn.

Gramps and I felt safe and among friends everywhere we went. Young people were a polite as the mature and the old were having as much fun as the kiddos.

I’ve never seen such harmony in such a large group in my life. What a treat!

To Gramp’s delight we saw wonderful planes, planes and more planes. Some of the old WWII planes flew in huge formations that may never be seen again, It was very stirring to see.

The most fun was the WW II encampment where everyone was in uniform and stayed in character, even the USO girls and Nurses. How they found all the equipment and paraphernalia appropriate to the times is amazing.

We walked a lot, carried our lawn chairs, drank gallons of fluids and tried not to get sunburned. It all seemed to work pretty well.

Day two, a nice couple moved into the area next to us in the field. We met them, Mary and Tim and found we had a lot in common.

Mary loves quilting – like me! Mary is a retired nurse – like me! She has two children – like me! A boy and a girl – like me! Tim is a pilot and loves cars – like Gramps! So we did the logical thing – we went to dinner. For TWO HOURS!!! We talked, we laughed,, we touched. (Nurses touch people – it’s a thing!) We felt like we had known each other a lifetime.

And to make it even more special, it was our 53rd Wedding Anniversary. Gramps and I agreed it was one of the best in many years.

Now I have a new friend. That’s worth any kind of trip in my book.

The trip ended a day early due to a storm coming to Oshkosh. The prediction of strong winds and 2-3 inches of rain is more than this gal can tolerate in a camper, so home we came. Sad to miss the big night Air Show and fireworks, but practicality prevailed.

Two days on the road to get back home to record-breaking temperatures. Oh boy!

But I have always said that coming home is the best part of every trip.

A Week Of Perfect Little Things

Monday my granddaughter Marie, who had never flown before, flew with me from her home to our home. She sat in the window seat and for two hours every other word out of her mouth was “WOW!”

Tuesday Marie and I went swimming at my friend Sue’s home. Marie immediately bonded with Sue’s grandson. It seems they both speak fluent “Minecraft.”

Wednesday she and I took a pottery class. While I was making a dish on a spinning wheel, Marie was making a small figure with clay. Isn’t it adorable? And isn’t it amazing?

Thursday the two of us went to the movie “Cruella.” We chose the dining-in experience and had our food delivered to seats. Marie loved the movie and especially loved the idea of eating chicken tenders with her feet up. “This is so fun!” she said.

That evening we had Aunt Laurie and cousin Mac over for dinner and a rousing game of Uno. Fun, fun, fun!!! When Aunt Laurie played a +4 card and was asked what the new color would be, she answered “3.” We laughed hysterically.

When Gramps was mocking the size of to-go drinks and said he was going to get a “gigunda” soda, we nearly fell off our chairs laughing.

When Marie was asked what the high point of her week was, she said “spending time with cousin Mac.” How sweet!

Friday we two took another art class. This time we learned how to pour acrylic paint on a canvas to make a marble-like design. Marie was almost shaking with excitement while choosing and mixing her paint colors.

Here are the results of our pouring skills:

Mine because I love blue, blue and more blue.

Marie’s because she loves all colors.

Saturday we flew back to her home. She was more familiar with flying this time but her nose was still glued to the plane window. We met her parents at the airport and spent some time with them before I flew back home.

Hearing Marie tell them of all her adventures of the week was so endearing. It was as if we both relived them again in the retelling.

Memories are like that, you know. They are places you can visit whenever you want. Places that stay perfect forever.

What a wonderful week we had making all those precious perfect little memories for each other!!!!