Family, life, death, memories, reflections, siblings, love
ON BEING A GRANDMOTHER
One of the many roles I play is that of a grandmother. An Omi to my grandsons and a Mimi to my granddaughters.
Oh how I love this role.
No one ever told me how much love I would have to give to these four creatures who make up part of my everyday life. No one told me how unconditional that love would be.
Before they were born I remember having a conversation with one of my daughters in law and saying that all I wanted when I had grandchildren was to be there for them, to watch them grown. To have their eyes light up when they saw me, to have them run to me to me and hug me.
Today, nothing makes my heart as full as when I hear one of them say “I love you Mimi”. That love is so unconditional.
My first grandchild, Thomas was such a special little creature. His big plump cheeks, his curly hair, his cheeky smile. He spent a lot of time with us in his first few years. We played in the back garden, we went to the playground, to the beach and out for a milkshake and hot chips. We spoilt him with our love.
Then came his little brother Nicolas. He was a slight little creature. He didn’t enjoy being away from his mother so much, yet when he came to stay with us he played and was happy to be the centre of our attention. He looked like a little man who had been here before in another life. He became the love of our life.
Lily was our first granddaughter. We were there at the hospital when she was born. I had been waiting for a girl child to join our family or many years and finally it happened. When I first saw her I feel in love with her. Here was the little girl that had been missing from our family all those years. She became the focus of our lives. Laughter, tears, anger and love were all rolled up in this little creature.
Then came Georgie. How do I describe her? Full of life, of mischief, of contrariness, of being a little princess. She was such a precious little creature, she could make our lives so much fun and also make our lives so miserable when she was upset or outraged about something that wasn’t quite right.
They have all grown up so quickly. Now they are all at school or preschool we don’t see so much of them. Their lives are busy with school, friends and sport which is as it should be. When we spend time with them now there is still so much love and acknowledgement of who we are and the role we play in their lives.
As time goes on and they grow up and we grow older I hope I can continue to be someone who they come and talk to, someone who listens to their stories and to their troubles.