The day I was reborn …. As a grandmother

 4 Th November 2019, I was reborn, as a grandmother! This stage of my life began gloriously with the birth of a grandchild. I held in my hands, my bundle of joy , with twinkling black eyes, a nice mop of curly black  hair on a round face with rosy cheeks  . I had received a new well deserved title , “Grandparent”! 

It was a joyful experience that brought a lot of love, purpose and gratitude! I experienced a deep love , something that was different from any other , something completely inexplicable !

I remembered the day I was reborn as a mother , and had felt a surge of unconditional love towards my children. But somehow , somewhere in the pressures of being a perfect parent , I had lagged behind  on the sheer feeling of bliss that came with motherhood . Being reborn as a grandmother was a means of refilling this void  .

I resolved to be better,  than the parent I was,  to her mother . As a parent, under the intense  pressure of living a perfect life, trying hard to balance my career and home , I had often lost my cool and self confidence, and had turned into someone who I wasn’t . I was determined to set that right , I couldn’t possibly go back in time to correct my mistakes from the past , but life had given me a second chance. Being a grandparent allowed me  to be the parent I should have been for the first time but couldn’t . That day I resolved to give my grandchild , Aria, all the love that I could possibly give .

I determined to shower little Aria with love , patience and respect. 

Over the course of my new life with its new role, I found that being a grandmother was like being on a roller coaster of adventure and discovery.

The milestones that I missed while my own children grew up, were noted meticulously in a diary . The time I couldn’t devote to my children was given in abundance to my grand daughter. I could enjoy the love of my granddaughter without the responsibilities that came  with being a parent . 

My relationship with my grandchild , Aria, is completely non judgmental , we are lovers of just about everything and her joy is contagious. 

I am more active and agile because of all the playtime with her  . My imagination has grown by leaps and bounds due to all the “ on the spot bed time stories “. My new role has put a spring in my step with  a smile on my face and youthful feelings in my heart . 

My granddaughter, Aria, filled a space in my heart that I never realised was empty . 


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