A precious gift

memories, prompts

It was in the spring of 2010 when I first realized that what it would feel like to be a grandmother for the very first time.

Being a grandparent is way different from being a parent. When my grandson was born in the spring of 2010, my status changed and so did my position in the family hierarchy.

Now I was a grandma, which was lovingly called a “nano” in our household. Though it would be many months later that my grandson would learn and use this word but I was being referred to as “Nano” by my family since his birth.

Holding a child of your child in your arms is such a precious feeling. You feel twice the love you felt for your own kids and much more protective towards your grandkids. While you can easily discipline your own kids, disciplining your grandchildren is more difficult. And grandparents are often accused of spoiling the grandkids.

Now I am grandma to three grandkids and I enjoy them very much. But the first one will always be special.

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Published by Sadje

I am writing to express my opinion, share my experiences and to maybe provide some insight. My blog is addressing women at 50 ( but men are welcome to read my posts) ,their issues and the questions that come up at this stage in life. I don’t aim to teach, but to learn together.

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  5. Very true Sadje. I adore my grandchildren but due to a dispute in the family I have never seen my son’s children. Hopefully the matter will resolve itself one day.

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  13. Aww how heartwarming! 😍 “You feel twice the love you felt for your own kids and much more protective towards your grandkids”- My grandma always says this too. I can’t even imagine what it’s like and how it so happens… 😀 Lots of love to you and your precious grandkids! 💞

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