Proudest Moments

Like every parent, I am always proud of my Grandson. I am his parent, more a mother than a Grandmother. There are times I have to get mean to discipline him, and extra loving to nurture him. I am constantly on-call of my duty to him. Should he ever say, or told the world doesn't revolve around him, that's a bold LIE! It does, I know so, because I watch him and I take care of his every need.

Everyday, I might seem to forget what we're doing, or off screwing around in my current distraction. I always have a spot where it is constantly watching him, even when I am reading a book. My attention is always marked on him, and it seems like there's two of me. I can actually multitask to his needs and still continue to do what I'm doing. UNLESS, of course the obvious.. I can't be in two places at once, c'mon now.

My Grandson is so special to me. Since he was a baby, I use to think that someday soon I will need to be prepared for his parents to come for him. I shall not cry and fight, but return the baby back to them without a problem. I kept that 'love and attachment' from him and I was always in fear of fully loving him as my own. I have always chastised myself thoroughly with my past and thought unworthy of this child, but just to care for him and love him for the time being. Well, that is so yesterday.. He is MINE and I love him, and I think his parents know that... They should, because I just fought for him all these years, and I will continue to do so.