From the day I uttered the words, I was a little unsure about the grandma commitment. The first year, 3 days a week, was my offer.
I knew it was a good choice. I had this vision of a baby in my office, head popping up after a nap, and it gave me a good feeling. My trepidation was because I had little time to call my own this past year. Almost all my energy was spent on the objectives of others, including deadlines for my classes.
2008 was a whirlwind year and reminded me of the 1990’s when I had four girls in school, a full time job, volunteered at the church and still had time to write romances. This past decade has given me gray hair, a need for glasses, and a tummy paunch.
It’s week 4 and Keirnan will be 4 months old on Saturday. He naps for hours in the afternoon and I now recognize the difference in his cry of hungry, wet diaper, tired. He’s a happy, active, little angel. He’s giving me the external routine I instinctively knew I needed, to balance my time and energy.
While he naps, I write. When he’s up, I play. It’s early yet, but I feel like I’m tapping energetic memories of 20+ years ago, and it makes me feel younger. If I’d known then, what I know now, I would live the exact same life, to get me to now. Which is pretty damn awesome.
I even worked on my screenplay today.