On Becoming a Grandma

Mimi meets Dillon - grandma holding her 2 month old grandson.
Dillon meets Mimi. Photo by J. Barna, used with permission.

So, I had my first grandchild in August…

He lives 1,000 miles away, which could be around the world, since I have limited vacation time. 🙁

Before his birth, so many people asked, “Aren’t you excited?” and I would answer politely, “Oh, sure,” but honestly, I wondered how much difference it would make in my life.

I don’t have the opportunity to see him often.

I don’t know my daughter-in-law very well. We have not lived near one another for any length of time.

I also know “No expectations, no disappointments,” so you could say I had no expectations. His birth would happen and I would keep putting my socks on one at a time and clocking in for my shift Monday through Friday.

NBD.

I did not think his little life would affect mine at all. How could it?

Labor and delivery went well, and my daughter-in-love is a tough cookie. I am so proud of her. It is no easy thing – this every day miracle of giving birth.

I eventually got to visit when Baby Dillon was 2 months old. His parents asked me to time my visit with their plans to attend a concert.

I was honored to be his first baby-sitter.

MIMI ARRIVED!!!

Not only is my grand-baby adorable; he is very easy-going. We spent time looking at the chickens in the yard, talking about his silly dogs and feeding, burping, diapering.

He is a lot like me; he likes his naps!

It was a lovely time with a Bundle of Sweetness.


The other night the Parents texted me photos of My Dillon perched on a pony. I could feel my heart tighten and soften, like a warm hand on my chest.

What a cutie. What a delight. His expression!

I made that photo my background screen on my work computer.

When I glance up from inspecting a piece, or from the paperwork on my desk and I spot his adorable-ness, my entire perspective shifts.

Yes, work is important, and my work is critical to safe flights, but there is a little voice that reminds me it’s not that important.

My entire perspective has shifted.

There is a Package of Happiness eating, sleeping, (even laughing!) on this planet that means the world to me. He is a thousand miles away and in my heart at the same time.

I am in love.

A smiling baby is held up on a pony's back.
The Happy Little Cowboy. Photo by J. Barna used with permission.

By Catstrav

Reindeer handler. NDT tech. Mother of four. Aspiring astronaut.

2 comments

  1. Oh, congratulations! I keep hearing how amazing being a grandparent is. Hasn’t happened to me yet, but I’m sure if/when it does, I will be thrilled. May God shower his grace upon this precious new life!!!

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