The days of tending a newborn are far behind me.
Watching the clock to time the next feeding. Being so tired from the sleepless nights and long days of constant care. Being frustrated by all the demands of daily life that are put on hold because I was too tired to do the dishes or even bathe for a few days.
Being a grandmother has many advantages. The little mewling cries to be fed or changed are so sweet. Unlike times past when I dreaded the sound that woke me from a deep slumber. Sometimes with the baby still on my lap.
Leisurely holding the wriggling baby as I pat one of them to cause a burp. Not having thoughts of “Would you please just hurry up and burp” clanging in a frenzy in my brain.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved my babies. All of them. Being, virtually, a…
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