Now that I’m a Grandmom, a GiGi actually, I have clear insight into the brain of a three-year old. When my kids were three, I was too exhausted to figure out dinner, let alone child psychology. This letter explains everything you need to know for a happy life with a child. Dear Mommy and Daddy,…
How To Know You’re a Grandmom
When my kids were little, I constantly tried to keep the house clean. With five kids, it was futile. We always had sports equipment, school bags, lunchboxes, and jackets piled in the entrance hallway. You had to climb over a mound to get to the kitchen. This made me crazy! That’s a mother. When…
One Hundred and Sixty-Eight
I didn’t know until yesterday just how much my younger granddaughter loved me. She announced it as we were stretched out on the air mattress in the playroom. “Gigi, I love you so much,” she said as she rolled closer. “I love you 168!” “What?” I responded, “That’s a really big number.” “I know, ”…
Granddaughters Are Growing Up
I am one of those people who gets so excited anticipating a vacation, a concert, a wedding, or any other fun event away from everyday life. I admit having expectations isn’t always a good thing, but I love them. When I was a kid, my sister and I would pack for our July vacation in Sea Isle…