I am sure that many if not all of you know the delight I get from my grand kids. It is a feeling that is difficult to describe and put into the right words and feel as if you have been able to convey all that you wanted too. They have helped me to understand so many facets about life and relationships. I am quite thankful for all the lessons learned.
I also enjoy how each one has their own special place in your heart and their personality seems to give you its own unique relationship. There is no one who makes me feel more like a grandma then my grandson, Brexton. It is funny, as they all call me GG yet he seems to make me want to call myself grandma.
He is as most little boys are... all male. From an extremely young age he was always one of those little kids that loved the silky material. When he was only months old and his momma took him to the mall with her, he had his first visit to a Victoria Secrets store. Because of his size of course he was in a stroller. You have to love how stores put things down at kids eye levels, especially in a store where there is simply nothing there for a small child. Of course this wasn't the case for him. He was in heaven with all that silky material everyewhere. He kept pulling pairs of silky panties out of the lower bins and of course momma kept taking them away and putting them back.
On return to her car when all her shopping was done, as she unbuckled Brexton to place him back into his car seat, what did she find tucked neatly underneath him but a pair of silk undies. What a momento for years later when he fooling around with all his friends. He's a stud alright. He's been that way from day one.
Yet the one thing I see in him is also a sweet compassion for all those around him. He has a gentle nature and seems to sense when others may not feel well, whether physically or emotionally. He is quick to come up and give you one of his special big hugs and tell you that he loves you.
He turns four the first September and it is hard to believe that he is getting that old. I miss seeing him everyday and being part of his active child life yet I have been blessed to still get to see him often despite the distance that is now between us. And still he can still make me smile like no other. I have always enjoyed the fact that my grandkids call me GG. Not even sure how or why they do so. Yet he is one that if he ever wants to call me grandma, I will gladly let him do so.