When I had my first child, I remember all of the seasoned Grandmas telling my Mom that there was nothing better than being a Grandma. They threw her a "Grandma Shower" so her house would be stocked with baby essentials galore and celebrated her transition into Club Grandma with the enthusiasm of children on the last day of school. She was estactic and beaming in her new role as "Grammie". And now the time has come full circle. I know, I know, 33 is rather young to be a Grandma. We really don't waste time around here though and it may shock all of you to see the adorable pictures of my Grandbaby, whom I have been lavishing all of my attention upon during the last 8 days. Here he is:
Sage is 6 years old, weighs approx. 80 lbs. and loves people! He is my "Granddoggie" and I couldn't be prouder. Since my parents are on vacation, he's been staying with us (8 days down, 4 more to go). Just look at his angelic, slobbery cuteness!
While it has been nothing but fun having Sage stay with us, I am reminded of how much work a dog is. I always had dogs growing up, and I thought they were pretty low maintenance. That must have been because my Mom was doing all of the work and worrying when it came to our two "family" dogs. I love the security of having him snooze on his doggie bed by my side of the bed, the adoring looks of passersby when we take him for a walk, and the endless entertainment he gives the kids.
I do not love the poo picking up, the hair all over the house or the doggie toots (because he, poor fella, cannot warn you when he is about to blast you out of the room). I love that he goes to the bathroom in a 4 x 4 area of yard (on demand), that he eats carrots and broccoli for treats and lets Katie crawl all over him. I do not love the fact that I worry about him when I have to leave him (like a newborn you don't want out of your sight, I wonder what he does when we're not there, if he's sad or lonely or needs us), I worry that he'll panic at a weird noise. I worry about his little limp that he has when he gets up from a long sleep.
But all in all, it is worth it. I get to spoil him, love him and take care of him for a while. I get to experience the added joys of another being to take care of, to feed and water and nurture. I get to throw the tennis ball a kajillion times a day. Then, I get to give him back to his Mommy and Daddy and he will forget all about me . . . until next time. Just like a "real" Grandma.
There is nothing better than being a Grandma!