Thursday, April 15, 2010

On Being a Grama...

Last night, I became a "real" grama.

Tim, Jacki's husband was playing in a softball game last night so I went down to spend some time with Jacki and the kids. I was sitting in a chair and Allie climbed onto my lap. We were chatting and I noticed Allie had reached up and was gently stroking my neck just under my jawbone. All of a sudden it hit me - NO, not a foul ball - that I used to do the exact same thing to my grama. I suddenly had the most wonderul memory of how I loved to sit on her lap and gently touch the skin on her neck, it was so soft. I didn't think of her as old, just special. My mom didn't have that soft skin, only grama - and oh, how I loved her.

In all reality, I've known I had a "grama" neck for a couple of years now. But, for some reason, my grandkids have just noticed - and I really don't mind. I love being a grama and only hope that I can be as special to them and my grama was to me. Grandkids must be Gods way of not only making getting older so bearable but also so enjoyable...

8 comments:

Linda said...

THAT is the cutest picture in the whole world! I LOVE it!

kate said...

YAY!! That "old moldy" skin is good for somethin'! ha! ((don't hurt me...))

Jessica said...

What a sweet story!! Thanks for sharing.

Jodi said...

Linda and Jess, thanks - Kate, PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTT! Your turn is coming sister!

Dee said...

YOU ARE A SPECIAL GRANDMA ! Just look at you playing with Allie and you show all your little ones so much love, caring, attention and very seriously listen to their conversations with you.

I LOVE that sweet picture.

JACKI said...

you are a PERFECT grama! Allie, Kole & Gracie just adore you!!!! Love you!

Jodi said...

Well, there's nothing easier than being a grama.

lisa said...

cuuuuuuuuute!!!!!