The Joys of a Proud Grandma
First there was the joy of being a mother for the first time;
All pains of labor and the ordeals of pregnancy suddenly banished at the sound of the baby’s first cry;
Followed by long years of a new life full of combinations of love, fun, dreams, pride, duties, responsibilities, worries, to name a few, as the child goes through every stage of development;
Then the grandchildren;
Sweet grandchildren! Babies of your own baby;
It’s beyond words to watch the grandchildren grow as your own child handles them through the years;
I have five beautiful grandchildren who are the extension of my own person;
I see myself in each of them;
My sweet and wonderful first granddaughter is now on her fourth year in the university taking up Architecture;
She is so pretty and smart, the joy and pride of her father and mother;
She is the epitome of love, sweetness, virtues and intelligence;
My first love and pride as a grandma;
Followed by the miraculous boy-girl twins;
The boy carries a lot of my look and total personality;
He is full of energy;
He is ambitious and he dreams of greatness;
He is 14 and he often shares with me his plans for the future;
We chat very often and he loves me as much as I love him;
He wants me to be proud of him for he is also proud of me;
He often brags to his classmates that his grandma has got magic and he believes in me;
God! What else can a grandma ask!
Oh joy of “grandmahood”!
The girl in the twins is probably the smartest of them three;
She always gathers academic honors every end of the school term;
She is a beauty and brain combined;
Her legs are those of a model;
Her physical features are flawless;
A beauty that I can only dream in my youth;
She is the manifestation of my fantasy of beauty;
And the five year old granddaughter, daughter of my own daughter is me personified;
In just one look at her, people would say that she is my own daughter;
She is the closest replica to my looks and energy;
The skin tone, the hair, the way she speaks, her excessive energy;
They are all me, a child again;
I am Jenny, and people call this granddaughter, “Jenny the small”;
Her name is CyeCye and people call me “CyeCye the big”
When I am gone from this life, my blood and my person will still live on through CyeCye;
And last but not least is the youngest and most handsome of them all, Claude;
He is 3 years old and already aware and conceited about his handsome face;
Oh! Joy of “grandmotherhood”!
I really feel like I am one of the luckiest creatures
I really feel like I am one of the luckiest creatures in this vast universe;
My life is complete with love and blessings direct from God and the Universe;
I feel like I own all the riches this Universe can provide;
“I am rich in love, a millionaire”
Was it Tom Jones’ lyrics in one of his songs?
It just echoes through my head as I think and count all my blessings.
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