You know that you are truly, truly a grandmother…a Mi-ma when you will publicly embarrass yourself without apologizing for the sake of your grandchild. Like when my Grandpa Lamb was determined to catch the jelly fish washing ashore along the beach at Santa Cruz because his grand daughter wanted it. No, not me. I was much too sensible to have use for a supposedly dead jellyfish, but my sister Valerie wanted it so Grandpa set out to get it for her. Ending our beach trip in the local ER was so awesome! It was that day that I learned one should pee on jellyfish stings.
But now, as a grandmother, I get it. The realization that this is something YOUR GRANDCHILD must have…wants…needs you toss aside all sensibilities because YOUR GRANDBABY wants it….DAMMIT! Which would explain my behavior at a local children’s clothing store before the birth of my second grandchild. Holly and I were shopping for a winter coat for Hazel when what do I discover but the most amazing white, furry, soft, fuzzy baby hat ever! Yes, I HAD to have this for my unborn grandchild. It was the LAST ONE and it was 0-3 mos size…it was the LAST ONE! It was on clearance and it was FURTHER MARKED DOWN 40%!!!!! I HAD to claim this for Fallon!
I grabbed it. I clutched it lest someone try to wrestle it away from me. I’m sure I resembled Golum as I stroked it. I will deny that I was muttering “my precious” while I stroked it, petted it, guarded it from any other shoppers who might desire THE LAST WHITE FUZZY, FURRY 0-3 MOS SIZED HAT. I paid for it and IT WAS MINE…er, it was Fallon’s! My precious grandbaby’s head would never, ever be cold thanks to her Mi-ma!
Fallon, naturally, is truly grateful. She knows, understands and (at this tender age) accepts the depths of her Mi-ma’s love. The fact that she resembles Finn of Adventure Time makes this all the more acceptable here under the Big Top.
Someday…someday I shall regale with Fallon of the tales of how I wrestled her fuzzy, furry, 0-3 mos sized hat away from the maddening crowds of shoppers in that Crazy 8′s store…and she will probably loudly sigh, rolling her eyes in the direction of her mother who will nudge her to hug me and thank me. And THAT is why I do what I do as her and Hazel!