When I was about 17, and “having a moment” with my mother, she made a comment that became permanently etched in my brain.
I said something about marriage that beautifully reflected teen-aged inanity, and she said (emphasizing every word with a jab of her right forefinger into my chest), “You have the REST of your life to be married!”
I’m sure I slammed a door, or flounced off in a high snit, thinking, “What a ridiculous thing to say!”
Fast-forward about 20 years, with 10 years of marriage and 2 kids under my belt, and guess what?
I understood what she meant. I understood then that she had married young and felt that she had given up her youth and spontaneity.
I had more time as a single than she did, and I felt I was ready for marriage.
But after a few years of it, I was remembering my carefree days with some degree of wistfulness!
The point of this story is that sometimes you have to live through something to even begin to grasp its meaning.
Another example is having a baby. To the uninitiated, what could be more mundane?
People have been having babies for ba-jillions of years. But all it took was one look into that fresh, innocent, messy face—MY baby—and I was hooked.
I thought I knew what love was, but oh, BABY! Now, I was in love, completely, irrevocably, head over heels.
I had to live through that to fully grasp it, too.
And becoming a grandparent—are you kidding?
Camping out at the hospital for 24 hours with no sleep; fearing for that baby’s life because she had a lazy latch and nearly starved until Mom finally gave her a bottle; having to help move Mom and the baby 1000 miles away so she could be with my son during
Air Force training; and then LEAVING that precious package of protoplasm with the two of them so far from help or support—can you imagine?
I was crazy! Since day one, I have loved that little girl with a love that I can hardly get my mind around.
Now I see her only about twice a year, and it’s hard to know what to do with myself the rest of the time.
Again, I had to live through it to know that I could be just as bonkers over MY grandchild as my friends are over THEIRS!
I know I’m bonkers over my grandchild, and it’s OK.
Every child deserves to know that there is someone in the world who thinks they are WONDERFUL!
That’s why, when she comes to see me, I do everything I can to make her feel welcome and loved.
We do all the things you would expect, like visiting the zoo, park, museum, pool, library--you get the picture.
We also have fun in the kitchen, too. Of course my granddaughter loves to bake cookies and brownies, yet even her goofy granny knows that she needs to eat something besides sugar when she is visiting!
Her preferences seem to lie with packaged foods (telling!).
She does love fruit though, and most steamed veggies, and cheese. Cheese, glorious cheese:
Swiss is bliss, but cheddar is better! She is hardly interested in meat, so, I have created a recipe just for her, incorporating her favorite cheddar and a few things that grown-ups think are necessary:
Cheesy Peasy Lunch in a Cup, served with carrot strips on the side.
This starts out as a pretty basic macaroni and cheese dish, but I add some frozen baby green peas, and bake it in a ham cup.
My granddaughter gets her mac ‘n’ cheese, along with a green veggie and some meat in a little serving that doesn’t overwhelm her, visually.
I think they’re kind of cute, myself!
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