Aug
14

A Girl and Her Nonnie

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I’ll admit that I was worried when I first moved back East that my parents were getting just a bit too old to really play the grandparent role. I once again cursed the older parent card life handed me and harbored a secret jealousy of my nieces and nephew who got my mom and dad in their younger years. But being here changed all that. Since moving in with my parents, my little Muffin really wants very little to do with me.  It’s all about Nonnie. My mom. The Nonnie who adores her. The Nonnie she adores. I try to muster up some jealousy, but I just can’t. Because really, who can blame this little girl for wanting this woman?

The woman who gets dirty with her in the garden

The woman who put her first paint brush in her hand

The woman who takes her blueberry picking and lets her steal her shoes


The woman who plays with her in the pool

And, of couse, the woman who always, always, ALWAYS gives her ice cream

Yeah, she’s handling the grandparent role just fine. (So is my dad– his post to follow.) My mom looked at me one day and said, “That little girl, she has my heart.” I smiled and wondered if she knew just how much she had Charlie’s heart. Or how much they both have mine.


Comments

  1. Pam says:

    This made me cry. Beautifully written… and
    what a lucky girl she is! There is nothing
    that can compare with a close relationship
    between a child and her grandmother.
    xoxo

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  2. Irene Landon says:

    OK that made me cry. And I hope I live long enough to see her grow up. All of my grandkids, of course.

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  3. Abigail says:

    BlogHer was definitely a mix of emotions, themes etc. It was a little jarring, really. And some of the seminars that sounded so promising (Transparency or TMI? When Personal Blogging Affects Your Professional Brand) were just framed in ways that didn’t help me. (In that case, as people looking to get hired in the real world, versus those of us trying to make sure we get taken seriously but are still able to rant about personal things every so often.)

    Still, I’m glad I went. I’ll be even happier when it’s in SD next year. My mom, also a blogger, is planning to attend. I feel like those of us who didn’t really know anyone — I wasn’t even organized enough to plan to meet up with folks I know from the blogosphere — were at a disadvantage.

    Also, I’m taking sleeping pills because lack of sleep severely inhibited my ability to attend things.

    Incidentally, I know I said this when you gave me your card, but I do LOVE the name. I feel like my life is one big experiment in detours — and I’m learning it’s not such a big deal.

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    Abigail Reply:

    And I just realized I replied to the wrong post. I wish I could still blame jet lag….

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    Kelly Reply:

    Yeah, it’s easy to do that! Sorry.

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    Kelly Reply:

    It was really nice to have met you, Abigail.

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