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As you know, I really love to share letters from other “devoted grandmas” out there. This is one sent to me that takes us on a journey from one grandma’s birth to the spectular moments of becoming a grandma – and all the beauty and craziness in between.
I really loved it and hope you do too.
Dear World, I came into this world in 1945, right when World War II was drawing to a close. Little did I know that the world had a lot more in store for me than just surviving the war. Growing up in the 50s, I was surrounded by the sights and sounds of the birth of rock 'n' roll and the rise of the American suburb. I even had a hula hoop and a coonskin cap (don't ask). It was a time of sock hops, poodle skirts, and saddle shoes. My high school years were filled with laughter, teenage crushes, and more than a few broken hearts. What a time to be alive! In the 60s, I met the love of my life, and we danced our way through life together. Our wedding day was a beautiful affair - even if our dance floor moves looked more like we were trying to put out a fire than a well-rehearsed waltz. And when we brought our children into the world, oh my stars! They were the apples of my eye, even when they smeared mashed peas all over their faces and threw temper tantrums in the grocery store. Between juggling diapers and carpool duties, I was a witness to the Civil Rights Movement and the Women's Liberation Movement. It was an inspiring time, with monumental change sweeping the nation. I wanted my children to grow up in a world that was kinder, more equal, and filled with opportunities for everyone. The 70s were groovy, man! I embraced my inner flower child, though my attempt at making macramé plant hangers was a bit of a tangled mess. As my kids grew, so did their curiosity and independence. I'd like to think I was a pretty cool mom, even if I didn't quite understand their fascination with bell-bottoms and disco music. Fast forward to the 80s, and the world was changing at lightning speed. Technology was booming, and suddenly everyone had a microwave, a VCR, and a computer the size of a small car. I'll admit, I was hesitant to embrace all this newfangled gadgetry. I mean, I could barely figure out how to set the clock on that darn VCR! Then came the 90s, and with them, the most spectacular part of my life: becoming a grandmother. I never knew my heart could hold so much love until I held my first grandbaby in my arms. Those little ones brought pure joy into my life. I relished every moment of rocking them to sleep, baking cookies together, and teaching them the secrets of a good belly laugh. Being a grandma has been the adventure of a lifetime, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I've learned that grandparenting is about more than just spoiling your grandkids and handing them back to their parents. It's about passing on the wisdom of a life well-lived and watching a new generation grow up with love, hope, and kindness. So, here's to all you grandmas, grandpas, and grand-folks out there. May your days be filled with laughter, hugs, and more love than you can imagine. And remember, it's never too late to bust a move on the dance floor, even if it looks like you're trying to put out a fire. With love and laughter, Virginia
