Proud to be a New-age Grandparent

My grandchildren, on the other hand, would see the world through a different set of lenses, those of their parents which would largely come as a result of how I raised them. Thus, when I stared at the slumbering face of my grandbaby I saw my legacy. I felt that I had a “do-over” at parenting. I had a responsibility to right my wrongs, to shower this child with the wealth of wisdom I had acquired as a parent. I could now complete the process of cycle breaking. I vowed that I would discontinue unhealthy patterns that had affected my life by my parents as well as the one’s I had developed. I would offer exuberant love, endless patience, warmth and understanding, and a far less stressful existence. A life filled with unyielding joy, allowing her childhood years to remain unblemished. But how would I do this, was the question. I retired my burp cloths and denim overalls a decade prior in exchange for a mini skirt or two.

The challenges admittedly haven’t been that many. Sure, I had to acclimate to nighttime feedings, major schedule adjustments and the fussiness of teething. The world does revolve around her. However, unlike being a first time mother, I was a pro at this and I didn’t have to deal with losing weight or fluctuating hormones. Working from home, I am even more organized, incorporating her into every facet of my day. She joins me in my workouts, accompanies me to meetings, she’s even been a welcomed addition on dates (my guy friend stares into her eyes more than mine). In actuality, she steals the show wherever we go which has cinched many a deal at the closing table. With her in it, contrary to my many concerns, my life is enhanced. So far, I am fortunate and she is still quite young. Many other grandparents experience for greater difficulties in their transitions. Being realistic, I recognize this just the beginning.

In short, I decided that I was going to be a crazy, sexy, cool grandparent; the kind who can enjoy life to the fullest with grandbaby in tow. I don’t look like a grandmother, the typical robust silver-haired woman with a large bosom perfect for nestling into during a deep hug. I don’t act like a grandmother especially when I text message my friends that I’m going on a motorcycle ride. I don’t think like a grandmother being somewhat free spirited and open to new concepts. However, I do value being a grandmother. My granddaughter has renewed my faith in the forgiveness of this life. She represents second chances. Her mother named her Amira and that is exactly what she is; a mirror of my soul that confirms to me that I’m encapsulated by love. To all the new-aged grandparents in the world, I encourage you to be crazy, sexy and cool! Recognize that your role with your grandchildren is an opportunity to build solid bridges between yesterday and tomorrow that you can walk across together.