Sometimes I think about where I am in life and I feel so confused — I’m a mom? I’m The Mom? As in, one day someone will be talking about how “my mom” did this or that and be referring to ME?!? It’s so strange because in my mind, I’m a kid, my mom’s The Mom and my grandmother is The Grandma, you know? I’ll never get past that, I don’t think. And, what’s even weirder (when I really consider it) is to realize that E.V. and Cricket will think of my mom (and Ryan’s) as The Grandma — and our grandmothers as The Great Grandmas.
I was trying to sort out all of these roles in my mind the other day because with Christmas comes family, and both my grandmother and Ryan’s have been leaving their marks on our holiday this year. We’re fortunate that Ryan’s grandmother (and grandfather) were willing to make the long drive from New York to Georgia to be with us this Christmas and to meet Cricket for the first time. Since Nana and Pop are staying nearby at Ryan’s mom’s house, the girls have gotten to spend some time getting to know them over the past week, and it has been amazing for the girls to have face-to-face interactions with Ryan’s grandparents. E.V.’s at the age where she’s actually starting to form memories, so we’re excited to have Nana and Pop around this holiday.
Although I may never adjust to thinking of our grandmothers as great grandmothers, I suppose I can always reconcile that they’re both pretty great grandmothers, right? ;)