I became a grandmother soon after my 49th birthday. Wonderful, exciting - but I wasn't completely ready for it. With a full-time job and packed 'free time' I’ve got things to do. And the baby was born 4,334 miles away. This blog’s my way of learning about and sharing how to be a grandmother.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Breathe in
At first, I didn’t have any strong feelings about the idea of having a grandchild. But when I began to imagine holding a small baby - that amazing, soft baby smell came to me. A gentle, alluring smell. It haunts babies whether they have just been towelled dry after a warm bath, or whether you’ve just peeled off an unfeasibly foul nappy. The memory of that smell became an anticipation, followed by others – soft baby blankets, shaky toddler steps. So, I remember a smell, and I’m now quietly but definitely excited.
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I wrote something meaningful, but then it got wiped when I tried to post it. I'll see if I can send this safely, the maybe re-write the meaninful!
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