One of the greatest moments of my life was introducing my daughter to my parents (she's their first grandchild and they've waited over 30 years). They've heard her on the phone and seen her on the webcam, but nothing compares to meeting in the flesh.
Even over the few weeks we spent back with them she changed a lot - growing from someone who could fit in our overhead luggage compartment, to someone who, well, who would still fit, only not so well.
Unfortunately I think my mother had seen so many photos and so much video of Sophie that she thought they knew each other. I gues this is the sort of thing that happens to TV and celebrity stalkers, this example was just a bit closer to home - no one expects the grandmother stalker!
Mum's first reaction on seeing Sophie was to rip her out of my arms (not even pretending I was the one she wanted to see) and turning away as she did it.
Of course this meant that Sophie couldn't see her Mum and Dad. This got a predictable (howling) reaction and so my poor Mum was stranded with a crying baby in a crowded airport lounge. Not exactly the meeting she had imagined.
But things soon warmed up between them, and in a couple of days they were the best of friends. With Mum it was the first time we'd had a babysitter and it quickly became adictive.
- Crying baby in the morning? Pass her over to her grandmother.
- Baby who wants to play at 6am? Over to her grandmother.
- Baby who should be taken out for some fresh air? Over to her grandmother.
2 comments:
That's cool, 'cause my grandmother used to supply my crack.
Grannies are great, I only had one, (well, alive that is) and she's probably my favourite family member ever!
We're real happy to have our mothers stand in so we can take a bit of a rest... but, do you know, we do feel just a teeny bit jealous if our Sonny ever seems to respond better to either grandmum (is soothed more easily, say, or feeds without fuss).
Silly, but there you go.
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