I told EVERYONE…the people I work with, the cashier at the grocery store, relatives, ALL my friends on Facebook… I mean everyone!! I was so excited. I was going to be GRANDMOTHER! Sure it wasn’t the best of situations. My son and his girlfriend were not married, they didn’t own a house or have steady jobs, but I was sure they could work it all out. I mean, I was GOING TO BE A GRANDMOTHER!
My first thought was what shall this little person that was about to enter our family call me? Grammie, Grandma, Granny, Na-Na The possibilities were endless. I polled the people I work with. It’s funny but there were 3 of us all do to be grandmothers within three months of each other. What were they going to be called? One was going to be ‘Grandma‘, another “Grammie”.I decided on Nana…after trying it out in my mind first. “Want to go shopping with Nana?” “Look honey, Nana made you some cookies.” “Wanna sleep over at Nana’s?” Yup…that was it. I was going to be NANA!
My son and his girlfriend lived about 3 hours away from me. I called often to find out how she was feeling. She called me after each doctors appointment to let me know what they had said. I gave her “expert” grandmotherly advice; “don’t forget to take your prenatal vitamins“; “yes, your feet will be swollen but just remember to sit down and rest often.“ I had her take a picture of her growing belly. I was really getting into
this. After the ultrasound, I asked if I could have a copy of the picture which I hung in my office at work and showed to all my co-workers. I am a cafeteria manager at an elementary school, so the produce deliverer saw the ultrasound, the bread man saw the ultrasound, I’m pretty sure you understand where I’m going with
Then we found out the baby was going to be a girl! A GIRL!!! More excitement. I have two grown children. My son and my daughter. While there was tension over the years with my son, my daughter and I were thick as thieves while she was growing up. She was now in her Junior Year at college, had a boyfriend and I was missing her terribly. A granddaughter! I could relive those precious years that I missed so much!
The day finally came…nine months of waiting, a baby shower later, many phone calls, and several “false labor” visits to the hospital, on September 23, 2013 at 5:05 pm we welcomed Riley into our family. Being in the delivery room was the most amazing, emotional experience I have ever had. So much different to be on the opposite side of the delivery bed. To see that perfect little girl enter the world was unforgettable.
Weighing in at 7 pounds 11 ounces (my son and I joked about her being 7-11, like the convenience store) and 20 inches long, she was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen. ( Besides my own “perfect” babies of course.) This Nana thing was going to be AWESOME.
I love kids. I think they are amazing. So innocent and fun. Because I work in a school, I am lucky enough to meet the children as kindergarteners and follow them all the way through 5th grade when they “graduate” and leave my building to enter middle school. Although I’m just a“lunch lady” I have formed some pretty close bonds with some of the children through the years. Two years ago I attended the graduation of a young lady who was in my “first” kindergarten class. We have remained close through her thirteen years of public school and I was honored that she invited me to hear her Valedictorian Speech at her graduation. She is now a college Sophmore nursing student. Last summer, I babysat for a little girl who is now in the 1st grade. Yup…kids are definitely “my” thing.
I have it all. I’m a Nana, a mom, and I get to work with kids everyday. My kids have grown and moved out and have started their own lives. I did a pretty good job raising them as a single parent, I thought. Well ,
imagine my surprise when my son asked me to take baby Riley while “they got their lives together.”
In one instant, my whole world was turned around. Pregnant couples have 9 months to prepare for the arrival of a baby. I had three days. Three days! This is my story. My story of unconditional love for a bundle
of joy named Riley.
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