It’s like they say. My first grandchild is THE grandchild. She’s smart, she’s beautiful. I’m offended by comments that are anything less than effusive. I’m a grandma, it’s obvious.
Ada is now 10 months old. A happy girl, delighted by new and familiar faces. Reduced to giggles whenever Grandpa makes up a new game.
Ada’s first challenges have been physical: rolling over was hard a few weeks ago, but now crawling is the thing.
There’s a beautiful tension between Ada and me. She’s challenged to move forward, and I’m challenged to hold still while she struggles.
This is just the beginning. I pray that Ada’s life includes many strong challenges that motivate and teach her. And Grandma’s learning too; learning to watch and wait and revel in each new step.