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Caroline turned one month old this week. On one hand it's hard to believe she's been here for a month already. On the other it's hard to believe we've ever been without her. She's truly the light of my life right now. I haven't missed a day seeing her and don't plan on missing one if I can help it. She changes everyday. One day I couldn't tell whether she could actually see me. The next day I knew she was looking right at me.
I'm amazed at how we go stupid when we're with a baby we love (and some of us with a baby we don't even know). We say words we wouldn't dare let come out of our mouths any other time, in silly voices, and don't care who hears. Also, one tiny smile, whether it's intentional or just gas, will make us just giddy. Then we argue over exactly who made her smile.
Other Grandmothers have told me that being a Grandmother is a feeling that's hard to describe, and that is so true. We love our children and enjoyed them as babies, but were usually so busy and tired that we couldn't step back and really enjoy them. With a Grandchild we aren't responsible for them 24 hours a day. We can go to their house and keep them while thier parents go out. We can sit and hold them for 4 hours straight, just so we can love on, kiss, smell and stare at them. We don't have to worry whether or not what we are doing might be spoiling them because that's our job. And then we can hand them back over and go home, crawl in our beds and sleep through the night. It's awesome.
