Finding out that you are going to become a nanna is a huge moment in a woman's life . . . and now that I have got that particular understatement out of the way, I can get on with what this blog is about!
I remember my daughter and son in law sitting me down and telling me that they were pregnant. My daughter had just returned from a trip to Europe and said that she had discovered she was pregnant in Paris. Well, they do say that this is the city of love, and having a child is truly one of the great loves most people have in their lives. Unfortunately, my son in law was back here in Australia, so he had to wait until she got back to celebrate properly with her.
Wow! I thought, my daughter will be a young mum by the time the baby is born so that will make me a young nanna! This revelation was something that I was instantly happy about - I never understood women who worried about how old they would look if anyone knew that they were grandmothers. Being young and healthy enough to play with my grandbaby was something to look forward to and I intended to try and be the coolest nanna EVER!
Having your own child (who is now a grown up) tell you that they are expecting a bundle of joy is just a little bit like finding out that you are going to become a mother for the first time - terrifying and exciting and scary and exhilarating - all at once.
No matter what your own childhood was like, what type of mother or father you may have had to help you grown and learn, when it is your turn to become a grandparent, you make a silent vow to be the most wonderful, caring and loving one that you can be and you do your best to make ready for this to happen.
Your son or daughter and their partner (or no partner dependent upon their particular situation) get their nest ready for their little bundle of joy and you find yourself reminiscing about how it was for you when you had your first child.
You offer advice to the prospective parents as you all progress through the pregnancy and constantly find yourself in the baby's section of every department store within a fifty kilometre radius - picking up cute little outfits and toys and trying not to buy too many singlets and Bonds suits. Oh, and you find yourself remembering how your own baby used to wear this or that, and how 'things' were done in 'your day' . . . even if 'your day' was only twenty or so years ago, wow, how things have changed.