The amazing joy of a grandchild

My perfect day

 My perfect day, well to be fair as per usual I’m bending the truth slightly,  because MY perfect day actually stretches over 3 days but, because it adds up to about 24 hours, I reckon I’m justified in calling it one day!

 Perfection starts at precisely three minutes to midnight when,  after much kerfuffle,  the most amazing grandchild in the whole wide-world was born … just for me!

 I feel so lucky and very grateful that, having had a prolonged struggle to finally achieve my own son at the ripe old age of 42, I had no expectation  at all  that I would be lucky enough to become a grandmother at 71.

 After less than 24 hours my son and his amazing partner arrived home with their tiny perfect boy-child.

 My very generous offer of camping out on their lawn, just in case they needed my assistance at a moments notice, was politely refused.

 So I amuse myself by making miles and miles of ‘welcome baby’  bunting and sticking thousands of tiny beads and glittery baubles on wooden hearts  … just as all good grandmothers do.

 That night I hardly slept a wink  … who cares about them?!  

BUT I bravely resist each temptation to offer unsolicited advice or ask to come visit.

Rather cunningly, after my extremely long wait, until around 9 the next morning,  I send a cheery message saying:

I’m obviously available just to hold him quietly in your spare room whilst you two have a snooze if ya need to?  PS I’m not pushing, just offering!! 🥰😂.

 I was ignored, for a whole 10 minutes …  

            Then my son rang and said, he wondered if I’d just pop round, whilst he dealt with the builders and to allow his partner to have a little sleep.

I now experience the absolute joy, that my Wonky-friend Maxine had said I would feel when holding my first grandchild quietly for a couple of hours and doing nothing more than staring at the most perfect child ever to be born!

 And my perfect day continued from there:

Oh, I’m having a food delivery, shall I order for you and leave it on your doorstep?

            They came and ate with my wonderful sister and I. 

Boy-child’s mother is an absolute trooper, she’d only given birth 40 hours previously but said she needed a short walk sooo …

            I get another huge cuddle with aforementioned boy-child,  yippeee.

 I’ve just baked a cake do you want some?  (They do live very close).

            Oh that’d be great, if you’ll pop it round.

 Hi Mam, I’m just coming over for a coffee, will you hold Oscar while I do an online exam-practice please? 

            Yes, pleeeese!

 There’s nothing like a sneaky old woman with dementia, my cunning plan has worked, 😂.

 My perfect day, my perfect day I think it’ll last a lifetime

… although I’ll need to step on the bathroom scales, what with all the food gifts!