Grandma’s Voice


Recently I wrote a post on grandparents spoiling our kids in a new series, Dear Mama. Of course my mom had a few things to say about it and it sparked a healthy dialogue between us. I realized that she needed a voice as well, a place to express her views on being a grandparent. So please enjoy our newest series, Grandma’s Voice.

My grandchild rescued me!

I am 63 years old. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1991. My episodes are intense and debilitating.

My grandchild, little N was born 3 months prior to the death of my rock, my support, my mom. She was 93 when she died.

My mother was the type of grandmother I could only dream of being. She loved my children. Their grandmother taught them, fought for them, disciplined them, but most importantly loved them without question. Her absence is felt by each of them even today. They continue her philosophy of committing to excellence. I want that for my grandchildren.

My daughter asked me to help in raising her children. I do not know if that request was truly intended to help me or them. Regardless, what happened was nothing short of a miracle. I ventured to California three years ago.

Little N is four years old now. The bond we feel towards each other is immeasurable. Her smile, that twinkle in her eyes and the devilish things she gets into continues to make me smile. I continue to live with the exacerbations of multiple sclerosis. I try to live every day to the fullest. Thanks to little N, I laugh everyday and I try everyday to have purpose.

I spend a lot of time with little N. We play dress up, we make cupcakes, we love play dough and we dance. Occasionally she spends the night. Those nights are the best. I cherish them.

One night little N and I shared the same bed. That day was a particular bad day with the MS. I was awaken to a little hand holding mine. During the night I heard her say “I love you Grammie.” She held my hand all night. I forgot how important it is to be touched. Being alone for so long, you sometimes forget that feeling…that basic need.

Robert Brault wrote:
“I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I’d find the same set of grandkids.

Robert Brault was a wise man!

xo,
Grammie

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  1. I love this, my daughter and mother have a beautiful bond and it always makes me happy to see that amongst other families.

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