I can't do it today. I've been trying to write for hours about what it's like to be a grandmother, how a grandchild is the greatest gift anyone can ever be given.
And I can't.
I don't have the words.
Can you believe that?
Well. It's true and I give up.
I have a hard time een writing about what it REALLY feels like to be a parent, becuase everything that comes out sounds so trie, when the reality is that it does, in fact, go deeper than words-so I get this. And pictures are sometimes enough.
ReplyDeleteDuh.....would have thought this was an easy ask.
ReplyDeleteTry a critique of Proust instead.
Hey......just thought I would pop by
It's so much bigger than words, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteHey, when did y'all go to Decent Pizza? How come I wasn't there?
ReplyDeleteKori- I know. After thirty-four years of being a mother and trying to describe THAT, I now find I can't describe being a grandmother either. It's humbling.
ReplyDeleteMr. Pineapples! I have wondered about you so often! I am so glad to see your cute little face! Good comment too, as always. I hope all is well and good in the Pineapple Household.
Joy- Bigger than mine.
DTG- After we went to the IRS office. Or something like that. It was a week and a half ago. Yes. You miss all the fun.
The Taoists say that there is the Tao that you can talk about, and the Tao you cannot. This is your religion, being connected, not Taoism!! Although... tee hee!
ReplyDeleteI think it shows just how much you love him that you cannot find the words.
I'll tell you what though, he is all that AND a bag of really yummy chips! (BBQ)!!
xo PS I wish all grandmas felt like you did. I really really do.
But you have written about it so beautifully many times. It's there always.
ReplyDeleteI know how much you love little Owen, Ms. Moon, even if somedays you are lacking the words. And I know that love is amazing.
ReplyDeleteLove is inexplicable. The picture says it all - look how he's looking at you, look how much his mama loves him. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely too hard to put into words. That boy of yours gets cuter every minute!
ReplyDeleteIf I'm worth anything at all, I owe it to my grandmother...a little Cherokee barely 5' tall with braids down to the back of her knees. If all you knew of her was her walk, you would say she was the Queen of England. By the time I was born she was totally blind from cataracts (so easy to fix this day and age). My mom dropped me on her doorstep the same day I was born and went back to the party life. My grandma held me and loved me and rocked me and let me suck on her face, and as I got older let me hold her hand and guide her thru the woods to the creek where we'd eat Ritz crackers and cool off on a hot day. We lived in a shack that only had a black iron cookstove, a bed, and a rocking chair, and as I recall it 60 years later, it was still the warmest, most beautiful place I've ever seen. She died when I was 5, and not a day has gone by in the 55 years since that I don't talk to her daily, hourly.
ReplyDeleteNo matter what you think about "God" you must admit there are angels! xoxox
You help me understand my mother, and the intensity in her voice when she calls me from Colorado, begging for new bits, new stories, new anything from the boys.
ReplyDeleteShe's the reason I actually started blogging. The addict needed her grandbaby fix.
Can't wait to have my own babies... they will have the best, most loving grandma and pop pop, ever!
ReplyDeleteI think that your brief post just somewhat DID sum it up.
ReplyDeleteit's terrible isnt it? i can't write about my kids, it's too big. so apparently being a grandmother is even bigger...i cant wait!
ReplyDeleteJust bigger than words, not your words. Besides, what you said covers it. No need for more.
ReplyDeleteThat picture is worth 1,000 words and then some.
ReplyDeleteLove you.
Good -my ovaries may not be able to take it ;)
ReplyDeleteMs. Fleur- Nice quote. And I don't know why all grandmama's don't feel this way. It's so odd they don't.
ReplyDeleteBethany- I think I wanted to capture the difference between mama-love and grandmama-love and I just couldn't do it.
Angie M- One day you'll know what it's like. I know that for sure.
Mel- That picture does sort of say it all, doesn't it?
Lois- Yes. Too big.
Laynie- What a beautiful story. You could write a book about your grandmother. And perhaps you should. I feel the pureness of her love for you, the way it was unencumbered by anything at all, just pure and strong. What a testament to her. I am so glad you had her.
Nancy C- I don't know what I'd do if Owen didn't live nearby. I would go crazy.
HoneyLuna- I can't wait either! But graduate first, okay? And oh yeah, find a nice daddy for those pretty babies you're going to have. I love you!
Jill- Not even close. I wish.
Screamish- I don't think it's bigger but it's just so different while being so much the same. I know, I'm not making sense.
Mwa- You just wait. Just when you think all that perfect baby love that you're about to go through again is gone from your life forever...it's not.
Ms. Bastard- It'll have to do.
SJ- Ovaries are funny organs, aren't they? I'll try not to make your hurt too much.