Jun 12 2012
The other day my grandchildren celebrated my birthday. I say celebrated because they were more excited than I was that another year had passed. When I arrived, I was greeted by a sign that said, “Happy Birthday, Nana!” Inside, they had drawn pictures and put them all up over the wall. Charlie was wearing a tie. Joanna had her birthday cupcake dress on. They opened my present, danced and sang for me, and of course there was the cake! Joanna sat in my lap and licked a great deal of the frosting off because, of course, who really likes the cake.
If you’re a grandparent, then you probably agree that having grandchildren is the Universe’s way of thanking you for not killing their parents when they were teenagers. I love being a Nana because all I have to do is love them, play with them, hold them, and cherish them. I don’t have to tell them not to hit their sister, to be nice to their brother, clean up your toys, and no we can’t eat cookies before dinner. In Nana’s house, if you want cookies for dinner, then you can eat cookies for dinner. I fought your parents enough growing up!