I’m not saying I didn’t want to be a grandma, just that I didn’t WANT to be a grandma. Like it wasn’t a burning yearning.
Which is in direct contrast to my own mother circa 1980s. On my wedding day, Doris followed me and my husband around our reception asking us when we planned to have children. Now there was a woman who fiercely wanted to be a grandmother. As she would admit in her strong southern drawl, she “made no bones about it!” Y’all know how it was back then:
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Insert-Name with a baby carriage!”
You couldn’t even catch your breath. There wasn’t much of a break in between milestone life events.

Me and Insert Name bringing home baby. Barely shook the rice out of our hair! Note the “Baby On Board!” sign. A staple in the 80s.
But when my baby initiated the idea of having a baby, I tried to get on board. Like those placards everyone hung up in the back window of their cars that said, “Grandma On Board!” Wait never mind, that was “Baby On Board!” But you get the idea, when your baby wants a baby, you want it too.
Ya know, for them.
After more than a year of ups and downs, starts and stops, juice cleanses, acupuncture and several novenas, we have a baby coming.
Ever since I found out what was about to happen to me, I’ve been conducting my own field research – interviewing other women-whose-children-have-children (a lengthy, but infinitely more polite way to say “grandmothers”) to gauge how they feel about the whole grand-parenting experience.
The reactions were nothing short of astounding. People are into this Doris-style!
Eventually, I started asking about it with my nose crinkled up, shaking my head “no” in an effort to curb their enthusiasm. But even that didn’t seem to temper people’s responses.
In fact, I haven’t gotten one lukewarm response yet. No one is ambivalent on the topic. Here’s what people have to say about the experience:
“Grandchildren are the best!”
“You’re so lucky! There’s no feeling like it in the world!”
“You’re going to love it so much!”
A few of my interview subjects even went so far as to say it was going to change my life(?) Another friend told me yesterday, when she has her grandchildren in her arms, it’s like “holding heaven!” But not one person shrugged their shoulders and said, “Eh it’s ok.”
I don’t know what it is, but the “grandchildren thing” seems to elicit some type of euphoria. Like seratonin or endorphins. Stuff an ambitious person can get from pills or exercise.
It wasn’t long before people started telling me I would love my grandchildren more than I loved my own children. That’s just taking things a bit too far. If that’s the case, then it stands to reason I’ll have to be worried about them too…
That really started me worrying. So I checked in with my friend who has older grandchildren and more tenure.
“Will I experience the same unrelenting anxiety and worry over grandchildren that I’ve had with my kids?”
She assured me I would indeed.
That hardly seems seem fair. Saturday night I didn’t go to sleep until after midnight for all the anxiety-induced parenting responsibilities. I was back up at 3 am counting sleeping heads in my media room. It wasn’t even prom or anything. Just a routine Saturday night at our place.
I have a feeling my friend is spot-on about the anxiety, angst and worry. I just hope it’s balanced out by all the extra joy-infused serotonin and endorphins.
Either way, just to keep my bases covered, I think I should keep working out.

Doris (aka Grandma) was always “On Board!”
Too bad we couldn’t have had the grandkids first! Lol!
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So true!!
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Congratulations, Leslie! There’s nothing like it is right. Fo rme, it’s been like a second chance for all those times I didn’t take the time to play with my kids, either because I was too tired or too responsible for my mommy britches. Now, I love to play with my grandkids. Best of all, there’s nothing like seeing the world through a child’s eyes–the world is new again. So happy for you, and can’t wait to follow your grandma adventures. ❤
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Can’t wait!!
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It true Leslie! It’s the best thing EVER! No feeling like it when you hold that grandbaby ! Truly It is like a piece of “heaven” ….. The way I see it if we’re gonna keep worrying about our kids , what’s a few more added worry about our grandkids? Lol! Oh and you can request being called whatever you would like ….. Glam Ma is a good one I think !!
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I know you love
It! Can’t wait!!
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Being a Grandma is the BEST GIG EVER!! I have two adorable granddaughters – 2 & 4. I love on them, spoil them, play with them, and then send them home to Mom & Dad (who get to handle the “hard stuff”)It’s great!
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That sounds like a great plan!!
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Awwwww.. it REALLY is like holding heaven in your arms.. Trust me!!! Awesome story😊😊👍🙀
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I’m sure you’re right! Great way to express it – I couldn’t help but use it!!
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I was like you until my granddaughter arrived last July courtesy DD3. Holy WHAT?! Everyone told me the same things they are telling you and, guess what? While all those words are true, it’s so much more than that! Who knew? Even better is I get to keep this precious soul every day while her parents work. I’m in Grandma Heaven for sure. AND I have a grandson coming in August courtesy of DD1. I have 4 daughters so we have no idea what in the world to do with a boy but we’ll soon figure it out. I hope. LOL
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So fun!!!
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It definitely is the best thing ever! Hubby tells people if we had know grandbabies were so much fun, we would have had them first!!! Thank you for attending the #WednesdayAIMLinkParty. I shared your post on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, and Twitter. Now you’re going to have to link-up at our next Blogging Grandmothers Link Party 🙂
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Thank you so much! Just let me know!!
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