My happy-go-lucky sweet grandson, Antton, is one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, but I have found it more difficult to be a grandma. People say being a grandparent is wonderful because you just spoil them and send them home, easier said than done!
I don't know when I'm overstepping the boundary between Mom and Mooma. I have only been a Mom, and just like a new parent hopes their new baby will come with an owner's manual, I hope deep down for a manual of my own. I only know how to be a Mom. I worry like a mom whose child is away from home all the time. I worry like a mom about his safety, health, happiness, education and anything else I can think of to work up a heart attack.
I miss him so much when he is not here. How could you not want the perfect baby around all the time. He is so happy, he hardly every cries. I just want to keep him whole and safe from all of the dangers of this world that would threaten his wonderful happy disposition.
I guess, like a new mom, I just have to learn as I go how to continue to be the best Mom and Mooma I can be.
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