This blogging great-grandmother is bursting with pride. I am truly blessed.
The very beautiful Alexandra Margaret Eloise Linton burst into our lives at 10.08 a.m. on Saturday morning, 7 February 2015. She was four weeks early for her appointment with the world. She weighed 2710 grams and she’s healthy.
Congratulations and thanks to Claire-Helen and Bhen, who made this miracle happen. Lucky little Elizabeth, to have a baby sister. The waiting is over!
How can I describe this beautiful newborn baby girl? To say she has a shock of straight black hair and navy-blue eyes that will probably turn brown doesn’t work. To tell you that she has sweet, even features doesn’t explain beauty.
She is poetry and music and art.
Alexandra is my twentieth direct descendant and my third great-grandchild.
On balance, I love being a mother and a grandmother. And being a great-grandmother is another very special stage in my life. To be a great-grandmother is not something you do – it is a state bestowed on one.
There are wonderful things about being a great-grandmother in my family.
A few things I love about being a great-grandmother
- My lovely grown-up granddaughters trust and respect me;
- They include me in their lives and their mothering;
- My daughters involve me in their grand-mothering;
- I feel loved and significant in the life of my big family;
- I can be as involved with the babies as much as I like – and I have the wisdom to withdraw when appropriate;
- There are special visiting privileges for a great-grandmother;
- And I love our visits when my granddaughters bring their babies to see me;
- It’s fascinating (and a little overwhelming) to know that my genes are being transmitted while I watch.
My bones creak a bit these days but giggling with three-year-old Elizabeth is the best analgesic I know. Except, perhaps, her arms around my neck. Or the intensity of her gaze when she looks at me. Or having her sit on my lap while I read to her. Or her hand in mine when we walk together. She started kindergarten last week. I’m secretly hoping that, when Claire-Helen is busy with Alexandra, I’ll be asked to take Elizabeth to kindy sometimes, or to pick her up. Another stage in both our lives.
If my blog is late and I haven’t written another word, it’s because I’ve been busy!
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