When I open my laptop each morning I see the grimacing face of the most beautiful girl in the world. And that little sweet potato face, growling into the camera, lights up my day. The face belongs to my granddaughter and I'm over the moon about her. Most of the time she doesn't growl-she has a sweet personality and a kind heart. But even her scowls and pouts go straight to my heart.
It's funny how different being the grandma is from being the mom. When my own daughter was the same age her pouts and strong will didn't seem so endearing. Instead I took those moments as challenges and a reminder to help her learn self control. I didn't know at the time that I loved those moments as much as the sunny ones. But now I look at my granddaughter testing her parents and showing her willfulness and somehow it brings on nostalgia and love and compassion. I feel sad for her when I know she has to endure discipline, but I also know that the end of it all will be a strong, lovely young woman, just like her mom.
That's encouraging to know that you loved those moments too-my daughter can sure try my patience and I think-"what was I thinking??"
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