Twenty-one years ago, my first grandchild was born.
Twenty-one years ago, I took on the name of “Gramma” or “Gramma Coco.” I was there when she was born.
It is a day that I shall never forget. One never forgets something so profound as seeing your own daughter give birth to her own daughter.
Life has been such that for most of the 21 years, the dreams of what grandparent-hood might have been or the possibility of the Hallmark relationships between family members was not our reality.
There is an inexplicable connection between us, however. We may not always feel it, or recognize it. But it exists in the free-spiritedness that runs at her core. She is not afraid to challenge others and ask questions. She takes parts of life on like a storm, not afraid to try new things.
There are so many other things I could say, but I would write a book. Let me end by saying…