The other thing I told my girls--teasingly, of course--was, "Don'tcha give me no ugly grandbabies." Well, apparently my girls took it to heart, because I think I have a very darling bunch of grandkiddos. See for yourself...
These two tow-headed cuties are the oldest of our nine-pack. Both eight years old and growing up sooo fast. I love Oldest Grandboy's sense of humor and philosophical nature. It is a true delight to have a conversation with him. Oldest Grandgirl loves to dance. I recently taught her to blow a straw wrapper and she has excellent form. :o)
Our two first graders are so cute right now with their missing front teeth. These two are CONSTANT action and it can be tough for Gramma to keep up with them. They also give awesome hugs. I snag those hugs as often as I can because I know little grandboys become big grandboys and they'll be too embarrassed to race across the floor, arms outstretched, for a Gramma-hug. I savor these moments.
Kindergarten Grandboy is the cuddliest of all the grandkiddos. He loves to read, to draw, to do puzzles...and his attention to detail is amazing. I suspect we have an artist in the making. He loves to whisper in my ear, "Gramma, you're pretty." Melts my heart every time. *sigh*
Have you ever seen a more ornery pair than this? The Bugaboos--just-turned-five and just-turned-four--are best friends. Oldest Bugaboo has an incredible imagination, and Youngest Bugaboo is almost too sweet for words. There's a never a dull moment when these two are around.
Little Grandgirl, with four big brothers, should be a tomboy, but nope--she's pure princess. She loves to play with dolls, to dress up, to pretend she's shopping... She also wants to dance like big sister. Sometimes I just sit and watch her and smile because she's so animated. And she's very fascinated with her little cousin, our Wugmump.
Wugmump just passed the eight-month mark, and she's so proud of her twin teeth. The entire world is a place of wonder when you're this young, and it makes me feel young again, viewing the world through her little eyes. I especially enjoy watching her observe herself. I almost wish she could talk so I'd know if she understand she's seeing herself or if she thinks there's another baby on the other side of the glass.
Being a mom isn't the easiest thing sometimes. It's rife with challenges, with heartaches, with moments when you wonder if you'll even survive. I second-guessed myself a lot when my girls were growing up, wondering if I was making more mistakes than making the right decisions. But watching my girls with their children--seeing the mothers they have become--makes me proud. And now I get to reap the benefit of having grown-up daughters: GRANDKIDDOS!
I love being a gramma. I didn't know my grandmothers--they both died long before I was born--so maybe that's why I cherish the position so much. All I know for sure is these nine little people are firmly imbedded in my heart. When I count blessings, the list contains six sweeties, two bugaboos, and one wugmump. I'm so grateful God allowed me the privilege of being a mom, and the He brought these precious wee ones into my life. :o)
May God bless you muchly as you journey with Him! ~Kim