Last year, on Dec. 12, I entered into a different part of my life I had never encountered before; being a “boy mom/grandma.”
I raised two daughters and I was always so glad I had girls and not boys. I had seven nephews, and what a hot mess they usually were; so rambunctious and always getting into trouble. But, my girls … well, they were a lot quieter, calmer and more collected than the boys. I liked being a “girl mom.”
I think God knew Brooke would be a perfect “boy mom.” Brooke was always such a tomboy (even though she liked to dress up and be girlie too.) We bought her first cow at the age of eight; she expanded her one cow into a herd at the age of 10, taking care of them and doing all the work herself; she provided all the care for our horses; she loved riding four-wheelers and motorcycles; she was the one to get the snakes out of the pool for me; and she would catch all the frogs and lizards in the house for me. In a sense, she was like my “boy.”
When Brooke found out she was having a baby boy, I was excited. It was a different kind of excitement. It felt like maybe I thought I was old enough to handle a boy and this time around I would know what to “do with him.”
But then I realized I had no boy toys and no blue toys. All my toys at my house were “girlie” and pink. So, I’ve spent the last year buying and collecting “boy toys” (cars, trucks, race tracks, etc.) And it’s a good thing I have, for Logan loves anything with wheels. His favorite pastime is pushing his cars back and forth across the floor or on a table. I watch in wonder and awe, for I’ve spent my past years with my daughters and granddaughter playing with dolls and making jewelry and now I have someone who loves nothing more than cars and trucks and making noises.
This past year has been such a fun and amazing year … watching as Logan learned all his “firsts.” Learning to roll over, learning to sit up, learning to crawl, learning to pull up, learning to hold his bottle, learning to eat real food, and learning to walk.
It’s crazy fun being a grandparent - of course, it was fun being a parent, but the best part of being a Glamma is I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to preach at or scold my grandchildren. Their parents will do that. All I have to do is behold them as they are: Perfect! In every way!
There is no greater love than that of a parent/grandparent; and there is no greater gift from God than that of a child/grandchild.
Happy first birthday, Logan! I am so glad God gave you to me!
You are a true blessing from God above!