Happy Grandparents Day!!!!!!!!!!!! On August 8th in Seattle, Washington, our daughter Sarah and her husband Sol, brought a beautiful pink bundle of joy into this world. I am now a Grandma!  Now, I understand why grandparents go on and on, bragging about their grandchildren.

I’m proud, and not the least bit embarrassed to be a Grandmother. I don’t think that being a grandmother ages me. In fact, it’s just the opposite! When I hold my Granddaughter Aviva in my arms and look into her eyes, I feel overjoyed and energized. (The fact that I’m not the one getting up in the middle of the night to feed her may help account for that!)

I didn’t make up Grandparents Day just so I could have an excuse to brag about Aviva. (Who needs an excuse?!) National Grandparents Day originated with Marian McQuade of Fayette County, West Virginia. She wanted to champion the cause of lonely elderly in nursing homes. She also wanted grandchildren to tap the wisdom and heritage of their grandparents. In 1978, President Jimmy Carter, proclaimed that National Grandparents Day would be celebrated every year on the first Sunday after Labor Day.

So, getting back to my granddaughter…. Actually, most of my conversations these days somehow end up back on the subject of Aviva. I guess I could blame it on my menopausal, forgetful mind, but the truth is I wake up each morning anxiously awaiting a morning text flooded with pictures of her sleeping, or a mini video of her bath.  Yesterday we had lunch together, thanks to FaceTime!!!

You know, it’s interesting how our instincts kick in. As parents and grandparents, we go into protector mode when it concerns our babies. Even my daughter and son-in-law’s dog, Jazz (their 14 year old Golden Retriever), is jazzed about the baby and eager to protect her.

When I became a mother for the first time in 1980, there was no “use and care” manual that came with a newborn. Most of us just winged it. However, today’s parents do have the Internet and even apps to help them prepare for and cope with the responsibilities of parenthood. But no website or app can teach you how to love your child. That simply comes with the territory. The flood of love and tenderness that is unleashed with the birth of a baby is beautiful to watch and share.

My daughter, Sarah, created a blog to share her pre-Mommy thoughts and feelings.  I was so proud of how honest she was about her pregnancy. She shared the good and the difficult times.  I had her blog made into a book for Aviva.  I think it will be wonderful for her to read her Mommy’s thoughts while she was growing inside of her. I titled the book, Smiles Curls and Baby which is the name of Sarah’s blog. By sharing our own stories we help others.

Welcome to the world, Aviva!  I hope you will help to make it a kinder, more caring and gentle place. Grandma is going to encourage you to embrace your role as a female in this world. Learn the delicate balance between cherishing your femininity and embracing your power to do anything that you set your mind to.  Oh, and yes, I shall teach you to be prepared for perimenopause and menopause…….but for now I need to teach you spa etiquette. You aren’t supposed to poop during your bath.

While Sarah and Sol are sleepless in Seattle, I stare at her lips, tiny fingers, every sound on the videos and rejoice that I have finally joined the Grandparents Club.  I am madly in love!

Gotta go – time to book my next trip to Seattle!

Suffering in silence is OUT! Reaching out is IN!