The girls will be sleeping over again. The cold weather is just not so good for their house. Hehe, I love it, but it will be remedied soon. Oh well.
This time they are making banana bread with their mom, Ashley.
They are so sweet…as sweet as the banana bread after Ash finally added sugar
It was heartwarming to watch them carrying on the tradition of cooking/baking and talking about the happenings of the day. I stood by quietly and took it all in and took the pics too.
Ashley luckily tasted the batter prior to baking and realized it was blah and lacking the most important part…sugar. I reminded her not to eat raw batter…once a mother always a mother. Thank goodness she never listens to me or we would have had one lacking banana bread that would have been better for my Keto diet.
I was ecstatic to learn I was going to be grandma. My heart was filled with joy for the upcoming adventurous journey. I was told that there is no greater joy than becoming a grandma. I could not understand at that time how different it was from being a mother. After all I had experienced the joy of childbirth and motherhood. I had two children. How different could it be.
How unchartered could these waters be I asked. I raised two wonderful, loving, caring adults. Still, I wondered what my role would be. I began wondering what my grandchildren would call me.
For me, Â there was much decision put into what I would want to be called. I just didn’t find grandma fit the bill for me, so I explored. Glamma was a consideration given by some friends. I thought of Noni. Â but for me it reminded me of an older woman with short, curly hair dyed the color of violet and permed to the max who had armloads of love. I just described my Noni, and I knew there would be high expectations placed upon me by me to be her. I’m not sure I could’ve fit the bill.
Nope, I needed a name that was all mine. Many suggestions were offered. Nanni, Granny, Opa to name a few. None of them would work. I liked GG but learned it was short for great grandma. If I’m so blessed I will be called GG some day. Some day when I had more experience in these unchartered waters and earned a simple two initial name. For now I chose Gia. Easy peasy to say, right.
At the big reveal, I learned I would be having a granddaughter. I was thrilled even though I was so sure it would be a boy. Disappointed, not in the least. I already was thinking pink and purples, every shade. I also like turquoise and beige to be gender neutral.
It’s now been five years since I’d decided to be called Gia. Since then I’ve been blessed with two beautiful granddaughters and am no longer wondering what my roll would be. It is to be loving and supportive to these cuties. The waters continue to change but I am no longer on unchartered waters.
One particular outing became an interesting day with my grandaughters and my daughter. We started out with good intention, but as always the day turned into a shopping spree.
After much decision on my daughter’s part as to where she should bring her car for servicing, (the good intention) she decided on the dealership. Yes, of course, I would pick her and the little granddaughter up from the dealership. The older granddaughter was dropped off at preschool earlier. Of course, I arrived at the dealership before my daughter.
After dropping the car, we decided to do a little shopping and lunch prior to picking up Ava at preschool. Of course, we were running late and, of course, we didn’t pick up the belt for her husband. The only request he had after agreeing to a large furniture purchase.
We picked up Ava from preschool on time. All secured in the car and feeling guilty about not picking up the belt for her husband, we decided we had to go shopping again. We owed him! Any excuse. Ready for checkout after quite the excursion, I, of course, asked if she had the belt. Mission accomplished. A good day, all in all.
I dropped them off and was in a rush as I had an appointment at the office. I stopped home to freshen up and no sooner received a distress call from my daughter asking if I could check my car for her wristlet. It contained her credit cards and gift cards. No such luck.
I told her to call the store to have them view their video camera for some hints. The store advised they could not do this without a police report. She proceeded to contact the local police and to explain her story. The police officer asked if she had checked everywhere as I also had asked. Yes, all checked.
The officer was so kind and offered to go over to the store to check the parking lot where she was sitting with the girls and the store’s video footage. He did ask about how long we had been in the store. She timidly replied about an hour or two. What?! Well it was a Marshalls. No questions asked by the officer only help offered. Kudos to our friends in blue.
Fast forward an hour. Ava wakes from her nap and her mom tells her she’s lost her wristlet and had to call the police. She began to laugh. Hmmm, can’t figure why she would laugh. A few minutes later after going to the bathroom without having someone go with her which in itself is odd for her, she comes out with the wristlet. “Look what I found” We will never know if she just happened upon it and had been sitting there the whole time or if Little Miss Ava napped with it on her wrist.
Lesson learned, check with your child before calling the police. Lesson two, if you call the police be sure to make your trip short so two hours of footage are not recorded. Lesson three, Gia should not be taking pictures of her granddaughter in her newly styled hat and sunglasses.(Picture above) Sorry, couldn’t resist.
After much angst over the lost wristlet, it turned out to be a good ending for us, but not so sure about the officer but, hopefully, we added a little levity to his day. Thanks again for the people in blue.
