I have had so many people tell me that I will love being a grandma. The most common comments are that “it’s the best” and “you get to have all the fun of spoiling them and then sending them home.” The message is loud and clear that being a grandma, or as I prefer to be called, Gigi, is going to be the best role of my life.
My first grandbaby was born weighing 8 lbs. 6 oz. and was 21 in. long. I personally think that he looks like his mom, but his chin dimple clearly comes from his dad. His dad passed down not only his own name, but two middle names and a shout out to the Lakers. His mom passed down long fingers, button nose and reddish hair.
So, now that he is here, what does it mean to be a Gigi?
For some, it means cuddles and snuggles. For others, it means a bundle of love. My own children’s grandmas offered love in different ways. One was always willing to clean, cook and help with laundry. She was a helper and a doer. The other was always willing to hold, rock, play and read. She was present and fun. My own paternal grandmother was hugs, hot water, baked candies and cookies and long talks in the living room rocking chairs. My maternal grandmother was playing games, puzzles and Our Daily Bread at breakfast.
I am the Gigi now and what will I choose to be?
The answer is a combination of all the grandma’s that have been a model for me with a pinch of my own individual flair. Because of who I am, I know that I will be a helper when his parents need it. I choose to be physical and emotional support. And, because I am aware that I did not slow down and savor the moment very often when raising my own children, I choose to be present and enjoy the moments I am given. I will share my faith and my hugs as well as pass along generational games, songs and life quotes.
Being a Gigi is a gift that I get to unwrap each day for the rest of my life.
