This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

March 10, 2008

Sweet and saucy!


my granchildren:
gifts of joy and mischief
marvelous and gorgeous:
my love-bugs.




Have you ever seen such darlin's. O the devil in my grandson but he's got so much character and charm and loves us all so much. His new baby sister is, as you can, a doll. She's got a 'gaze' that enchants and usually a smile is offered. She doesn't really like getting changed but does love being in the nude. I like to rub her arms and legs and exercise them and feel her baby skin, softer than feathers.

My grandson is Mr. Imagination and will draw you into a story as soon as he demands your attention - he's at the "i'm centre stage" phase., popular with the four to five year old set. It happens with the start of public school. Major mind growth too and battling with dealing appropriately with feelings, etc. God, i love him. Comes up with something new every day.

Having grandchildren, i've discovered, has no relationship with feeling older. Actually, it rejuvenates and affirms. I know i'm not a perfect nana but i do try to be real with them and show them love and some of the values i think are important.

I think i am the luckiest nana to have such sweet-looking, positive and healthy grandchildren.

Blessing on all
nanas, grandmas, aunties, sisters and mothers.

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