Official Grandma

The first day of summer brought a long-awaited visit with Matthew’s family. It was delivered through Planes, Trains and Automobiles. 

I had a whirlwind weekend of travel with my oldest bachelor son who flew with me to the big city then after a night’s rest at his tidy, modern pad, took the subway and inter-city bus service to the predetermined  location in the suburbs.

As our bus pulled in to the depot, I could see Matthew and the youngest girl waiting for us. I waved eagerly from the window. He waved back.

After the typical shy greetings with me coercing him into a hug, we all piled into the family vehicle and headed to their home. There we were greeted by his wife and oldest daughter. The new baby was strapped in a baby car seat on the playroom floor, sucking on his binkie and expressing the need for a diaper change.

As my bachelor son later described it, the room looked like a toy bomb had exploded, resulting in colourful toy debris in every corner. As we had already learned, these kids were well-spoiled by their maternal grandparents. The appearance of playful disarray brought back memories of when my trio of children were young.

We were soon treated to a quickly assembled lunch, entertained by the joyful chaos with the girls, and diaper change for the baby.

We shared status updates on family activities and accomplishments. We exchanged gifts. I brought small chocolate treats for the girls, and a floral greeting card stuffed with colourful legal tender paper for the parents.

Then one of the kids handed me a gift bag containing hand-painted frames to grace various photos of them at different ages and recent ones of them with their baby brother. How sweet!

In the bottom of the gift bag, I found something made of beads. It was a bracelet that the oldest child had made to spell out GRANDMA.

So it is official: they accept me as their Grandmother.

I felt honored and overjoyed, and expressed so tearfully.

Grandma bracelet beads

I got to hold the baby for a while, sauntering around the adjoined rooms, sniffing at his scalp while navigating around toys and rambunctious tots.

We took many photographs.

Soon we all went for a walk and scooter ride to the nearby park. The afternoon heat drained my energy. All the excitement was tiring me out!

Our visit lasted about three hours. Soon my bachelor guide and I reversed our course with a car ride back to the bus depot, offering brief goodbyes then began the lengthy ride to the nearby subway station and back to his downtown pad.

It was a beautiful visit all around.

Thank you for following this story. I wish you well with your adoption search and eventual reunion.

T

About shewrite63

I am Theresa. I am a Mother, Grandmother and intermittent writer. I published a bittersweet novel under the pen name of Florence T Lyon. I am also a real life survivor, part-time RM student, and IT support worker trying to keep up with technological changes. Can't eke a living off of my writing skills - yet!
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