My Other Job

 

My job as grandma was something I learned by practice and observing.The two grandmas I had were wonderful and that is what I try to mold my grandmaing after.My Grandma Hahn loved kids and she was a realist when it came to loving us.She laughed when we asked her why she was fat and was very laid back.Grandma Jahr on the other hand was a no nonsense get your work done kind of farm woman.If I would have asked her why she was fat she would have gave me a talking to that would have made my ears burn.

grandma 001ghahnlinda 001Grandmas Jahr and Hahn

I hope that I am a combination of both in the love department but in looks I want the kids to think I resemble Sally Field.I don’t think that is too much to ask after the job hats I wear from time to time.Here are just a few.

1 Maid In Disguise – They need one when the bedroom toys get out of hand and the clothes haven’t found their way into the hamper. One night the kids and me were playing a game when their mom went upstairs to put laundry away.When she came down I felt like we were at the police station sitting there with a burning light bulb hanging from a wire over a metal table and five folding chairs.

2 Private Eye – I have single handedly found out who Miss P’s boyfriend is.It is a closely guarded secret because her dad says she can’t have one until she is thirty.She has a ways to go because she turns seven this year.

3 Driver – My job when mom has class after school or two kids have to be at different places at the same time. It comes in handy so I can give the kids driving lessons in the driveway. I am smiling now thinking of three year old Collin on my lap while I pulled my car up mom’s driveway and my sister thought he was driving the car alone.

4 Referee – I make sure that the fights are fair and swift.It doesn’t matter if you are smaller than your opponent I am always impartial to the outcome.I don’t like fights but sometimes it does rear it’s ugly head even if it is the baby. Unlike parents I don’t have any history of who got to do it last time.

5 Emergency Room Doctor – I can think on my feet faster than a runner at the Olympics when it comes to remedies. My kids did it all so I have experience in calmly administering to the hurt.Long gone are the days that I ran from my own kids when they were hurt.Who knew I was in training for the grandkids!

6 Bakery Chef – I use that as an excuse but in a way it is true.If they need any baked goods for school my number is on speed dial.Plus I send almost everything I make over to their house because I don’t want to eat it.Their Papa always says “I wish my last name was Merchant” when I am walking out the door with a cheese cake. Little does he know that I do it for our health. I don’t want us looking like two pigs so overweight we can’t even be butchered for food.

7 Spiritual Advisor –  I love it that they all know there is Somebody watching over them.I let them pray on and on and on even when I know it is a tactic to have me stay with them a little longer.You haven’t experienced anything until you see a three year old boy pretend church. The same church he got hauled out the day before.

8 Nana – The best job of all. I never knew a Nana was like a grandma only better. It brings gales of screaming and smiles when you walk in the door. I can make a boring day turn into excitement just by pulling into the driveway. I am a supernanny only related and believe me my little love bugs need it.

The list could go on and on and if you think of anything please add to it. My life is so full with these beautiful creatures and there is more yet to come. I feel so blessed that after a life of hoping my grandmas would come and save me I get to watch the loves of my life have a normal childhood with two parents that love them and grandparents that are just there for support. This is the blessing I get. It took a while and I know I have made mistakes but on the whole I know that we have the real deal. We are the family that I longed for so long ago. People say that I sometimes spoil my grandkids but I don’t care. Somebodies got to do it and it might as well be me. That’s my other job and it’s my favorite.

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Just look at this. Now that is love in the best form. The beginning of a new adventure. Will she love me like the big kids do? I hope so. I know I love her and I can’t wait for the day that she too runs to the door when I pull in the driveway. I just love a job that pays you in happiness and hugs and kisses. I may not be rich but I am a millionaire in the grandkid department. Blessings everyone.

31 thoughts on “My Other Job

  1. “I just love a job that pays you in happiness and hugs and kisses.” I LOVE that! That’s why when another blogger recently asked what our lives would look like if we could change things, I said mine would look just like it does! Grandkids are wonderful!

    • You are so right! I wish I could bottle this.Now wouldn’t that be something,I wonder how many grandkid hugs and kisses you could put in a bottle.That is the cure for everything and I’d give it away free.

  2. Being Grandma is so much easier. You’ve learned what NOT to do with your own kids, and now you can do things the way you wish you’d done before. (does that make sense?) And it’s so much more leisurely. You don’t have to worry about all the parenting. You can relax and enjoy the time with them.

    • Yes,it makes sense.I totally agree. My kids are always telling me Mom I can’t believe how you are with these kids.I do enjoy my time with them and really love being a part of their lives.Isn’t it great sometimes God gives you a do over. Blessings

  3. Mom,
    I love reading about my Great Grandparents most, because I know that who you are today, is because of them, and because I don’t remember them. You’re an amazing Nana! Just remember, your first job is a Mom, and well, your baby boy is craving his cookies!

    I love you, Mom!

  4. Oh boy! I sure love this post!! You are just the funniest darn thing! I was really cracking up over #1 and #2! I love the pictures of your Grandmas!! And yes, Grandmas are the most important people in the world! There is no one else in the world who can make you feel better about your mistakes then them!

    • When I was growing up I was more afraid of what my grandma was going to think than my mother. Grandparents are the bridge between adults and their children. I too loved my grandmas more than anything.

  5. Loved this post! But, I have to admit your baby boy’s comment was a close second. Making some cookies there? 🙂 Children are indeed a blessing, yes, indeed! 🙂

  6. Oh geesh – I’m sorry to take so long to read your sweet post, Liz. Life – you know? I loved this post – and love how you write with your heart. You’ve paid me the highest compliment by sharing so much of yourself and I thank you for that.
    You are a dear one.
    hugs –
    Sue

  7. What a beautiful heartfelt post. I really enjoyed reading it 😀
    I’m still not a granny and I didn’t have a special relationship with my grandmothers (I only met my paternal grandmother once when I was 17 and the other one wasn’t very nice) but oh gosh after reading this post I can’t wait.
    Too sweet to see your son still asking for his mama’s cookies.

    • Being a grandma is the best.I laughed when you said your other one wasn’t very nice. Was she like mean Madeline my Grandma Jahr’s friend.
      As for that boy,when he comes home I have seen him pack up monster cookies that were made for a party! He does not share well when it comes to his cookies.

  8. “after a life of hoping my grandmas would come and save me I get to watch the loves of my life have a normal childhood with two parents that love them and grandparents that are just there for support.” That’s as good a definition of love as I’ve ever heard. Beautiful post.

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