At first I was afraid, I was petrified! Thinking I could watch your kids without you by my side! And after spending nights reviewing where kids’ things belonged, I grew strong, and I learned how to get along…
And now you’re back, from another space. And I find you here, with that super-joyous look upon your face. You missed your angels, little wonders, That’s obvious to see. And if you leave again, it sure won’t bother me!
So I will go, walk out that door… I’d love to watch them again, though my arms are tired and sore. It really hurt me when I had to say goodbye, But did I crumble? Did I lay down and cry?
No, not I. I did survive. I love my granddaughters, they are what kept me alive! I’ve got all my life to live And to them all my love to give and I survived. I’m more alive!
…………and that’s the end of my creativity after a morning of solitude. Oh my. The raising of children is for the young, and I think I took at least a decade off my years playing with and chasing those little puppies for five days.
I truly missed a little angel standing by my bedside at 3:15 in the morning, staring at me longingly with her stuffed elephant. However, I was able to return to slumber and rest easily, knowing my husband and I kept them safe, happy and loved…and knowing their parents were now in charge of undoing whatever “new” habits we formed!
We did survive.
Perfect adaptation! Survived, made memories, and now you rest🙂
I hope…yet it looks like I shall not! On duty tomorrow.
Okay, that was 🥰
A new Grandparent Anthem!
you would know!