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What's it like to be a full-fledged senior and a grandmother of four?
When my grandchildren – aged two to eight – visit me, I welcome the happy chaos that spills forth into my otherwise serene abode as soon as their SUV is parked in our driveway. Empowered by love and fuelled by coffee, I prepare for their visit days in advance, knowing the chaos that’s about to arrive.
The cuddles. The clinging hugs. The wet kisses. Having grandchildren is a delightful whirlwind, not least because it involves tumbling around with them. But along with the joy, there are a few “shoulds” that indulgent grandmothers like me need to keep in mind.
Backache, sprains and being trampled upon are among the most common injuries. At the height of play, falls and headbutts may happen. Someone pulls and lets go suddenly – and the consequences might be worse than bawling and a bump on the head.
Kids will poke, probe and trample, eager to explore and “understand” their world. Relaxing while surrounded by energetic little ones can be risky. Tiny chubby feet find their way onto soft bellies, and curious fingers might poke an eye or pull at your glasses. At these moments, I sit up, reclaim my composure, and remind them who’s in charge – with a grin, of course.
Grandkids can be delightfully indulgent in the things you love – whether it’s courtesy, cleanliness or chocolates. When the youngest climbed into my lap, wangling for one more choc ball, I couldn’t resist. With the “sugar police” (their mum) out of sight, I piggy-backed him to the refrigerator where my stash of premium chocolates awaited. The older ones eagerly followed. Sitting on the kitchen floor beside the humming fridge, we bonded over chocolates. Bliss!
I adore the fun, the frivolity and the innocence of childhood. But I cherish these moments knowing they won’t last forever. Soon, exams, peer pressure, school competitions and teenage angst will take over. The magic of childhood will fade, and playing with grandma might lose its charm. So I savour every giggle, every cuddle, and every silly game while I can.
When my six-year-old granddaughter suggested we play Elsa and Anna from Disney’s Frozen, I agreed immediately.
“OK, I’ll be Elsa since I’m older,” I said.
“No, Grandma. I want to be Elsa,” she replied firmly.
“All right, I’ll be Anna then,” I conceded with a laugh.
The afternoon flew by as we acted out scenes from Frozen. I let go of any inhibitions and immersed myself in the play. After all, being old never bothered me anyway.
