I RECENTLY HAD A VISIT from my son, his wife and their two adorable children. I can say ‘adorable’ because, obviously, my grandchildren have inherited my genes and are automatically on a path to success. And I’m pretty biased about my son as well.
We had a great family time, with the organised chaos that young children bring to any home, and I think I fulfilled my Grandma duties fairly well. I even changed nappies when necessary. However, there was one incident that fell outside of my Grandma brief and gave me increased admiration for my daughter-in-law.
One day, my granddaughter was attending to her ablutions, so to speak. I was working in my office, and could hear her singing away. But, suddenly, the most ear-splitting, hysterical screams came from the bathroom. I raced in, not quite knowing what to expect, and found my granddaughter distraught. Her plastic flower-bracelet had (shock, horror) dropped into the toilet!
So I did the only thing any sane Grandma would do – I yelled for her mother.
Her mother arrived, and a few minutes later the crying stopped. My granddaughter emerged soon after with a totally pristine, disinfected bracelet.
When I asked her mum how she could stand it, she simply said, “I just shut my eyes and plunged in!”
Oh, the sacrifices some mothers make! I think she deserves a medal …
