I’ve heard all the jokes:
“If I knew being a grandparent would be so much fun, I would have done this before having kids!” “Grandchildren are the reward for not killing your own children.”
But seriously, I love being a grandparent (so does my wife!)
When our son got married, we inherited our first grandson, Landon, who is now three years old. Then this past December, Jameson (now six months) was born.
I remember that first week, driving to the hospital (over an hour a way), waiting in the room for our son to come out with the good news--he had a son! More importantly, at least for us, we had a grandson! We drove to that hospital every day until he went home (with mom and to big brother too!). That hour and a half ride to their place seemed like nothing, because we were going to see those precious gifts called grandchildren.
The first obstacle Nanci and I needed to overcome was very important--what will the little tykes call us? I didn't really want to admit aging, so I suggested “Roger and Nanci.” That didn’t go over too well. Our kids called my parents, “Grandma and Grandpa.” They called Nanci’s parents, “Nanny and Pop-pop.” I wasn't all that excited about either of those options.
We finally agreed that the little critters would call me “Sabba” (Hebrew for Grandpa) and my female counterpart, “Nanna.” After a bit over six months, I’m starting to get used to this new designation.
I’ve been called a lot of things over the years (I won’t mention them here), but I love this one the best, Sabba!
I love playing with Landon and holding Jameson. I love giving the horsey-rides and tickling, squeezing cheeks, and hearing the funny noises.
But I've learned something else grandparents love: going home (or them going home), because they are exhausting.
But I wouldn't have it any other way!
“If I knew being a grandparent would be so much fun, I would have done this before having kids!” “Grandchildren are the reward for not killing your own children.”
But seriously, I love being a grandparent (so does my wife!)
When our son got married, we inherited our first grandson, Landon, who is now three years old. Then this past December, Jameson (now six months) was born.
I remember that first week, driving to the hospital (over an hour a way), waiting in the room for our son to come out with the good news--he had a son! More importantly, at least for us, we had a grandson! We drove to that hospital every day until he went home (with mom and to big brother too!). That hour and a half ride to their place seemed like nothing, because we were going to see those precious gifts called grandchildren.
The first obstacle Nanci and I needed to overcome was very important--what will the little tykes call us? I didn't really want to admit aging, so I suggested “Roger and Nanci.” That didn’t go over too well. Our kids called my parents, “Grandma and Grandpa.” They called Nanci’s parents, “Nanny and Pop-pop.” I wasn't all that excited about either of those options.
We finally agreed that the little critters would call me “Sabba” (Hebrew for Grandpa) and my female counterpart, “Nanna.” After a bit over six months, I’m starting to get used to this new designation.
I’ve been called a lot of things over the years (I won’t mention them here), but I love this one the best, Sabba!
I love playing with Landon and holding Jameson. I love giving the horsey-rides and tickling, squeezing cheeks, and hearing the funny noises.
But I've learned something else grandparents love: going home (or them going home), because they are exhausting.
But I wouldn't have it any other way!
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