Having a son who was married last year should have told me that the "grandma" thing would come quickly, but, I had my own plan. I have a 3 year old and "MY" plan was to get her into kindergarten; before I had a grandchild. You see I have 5 children (ages 24, 15, 14, 8 and 3) and, yes, I physically birthed all of them in case you're wondering. Now my 24 year old son and his wife, are having a baby, making me a very soon to be grandma.
I've known for months, but yesterday we found out it would be a boy, named Landyn. My daughter-in-law's family and I crammed ourselves into a small, dark room to look at a black and white blob of movement . "It's a boy for sure", says the technician. "See, right there", he says. "Yeah, sure, I can see it", says everyone, in response to the technician. Not. I never could make out all of the things that the technician would point out on my children's sonagram's, and I surly couldn't this time either. I see the head and sometimes and the heart because it beats. My opinion is that everyone is seeing things, lying, or my eyes have suddenly gone horribly wrong.
So it's official now. Being called Grandma would be more exciting if our up-and-coming little Lanyon didn't have a 3 year old aunt. I hope that my 3 year old doesn't get confused and start calling me Grandma! And I know that when I take my littlest ones and my new grand-baby out, I will at some point have to explain that one is my grandchild and the other's are mine.
Thank God it's a boy though. After 16 years living with a household full of testosterone that my prayer for a girl, would be answered X2. And I never knew how easy my boys were until, one day, not too long ago, I was ambushed by a sensational, "I have nothing to wear", clothes drama! At 5 years old?! And the hormonal, adolescence have not even arrived yet.
It will be nice to have a little boy around again. As long as I can give him back this time.
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