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  • Sandy Turner: Time flies when you're having fun...

  • While watching a high school basketball game, at the same school my daughters graduated from, I may have looked intrigued with the score, but my mind was busy reminiscing.

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  • While watching a high school basketball game, at the same school my daughters graduated from, I may have looked intrigued with the score, but my mind was busy reminiscing.
    With five years between the girls, I spent a lot of time at this school. Both of them involved in extra-curricular activities, it seemed I made the trip to the school and home, more times than I could count. I’d haul my kids and everyone else’s to the games, whether they were playing or not, and typically always stayed to watch, not only the event, but also to keep an eye on the girls. Not that I didn’t trust them, but I made it my full time job to know who they were hanging out with and what they were doing.
    Sitting on the bleachers it was hard to grasp how much time has passed since I was in the midst of all this excitement. Students, cheerleaders, players and parents shouted the team onto victory as I thought about all the years I was privileged to do the job I love the most – being a mom.
    My role has changed, although I’m still the mom and I’m sure my daughters would say I’m plenty nosey, always insist on being informed, and think I always know the best answer. Now that I’m the grandma I can’t get enough of my 2-month-old grandson and can’t wait for the other one to arrive next month. It got me to thinking about how uncomfortable the bleachers really are. Between two grandsons I’m sure I’ll be spending plenty of time watching some sort of activity, so I’m going to purchase an extra padded bleacher seat. I realize I have plenty of time to make this purchase, but it’s something to think about.
    I’m sure I’ll embarrass my grandsons just as much as I did my kids, except I bet the grandkids will be more forgiving for stupid behavior than the girls were. When my mom showed up for school functions with purple polyester pants and bright pink shirts, I thought it was horrendous. When she showed up in the same outfits for her grandchildren’s activities, I thought it was the cutest thing ever.
    I understand now why grandparents carry around their bragging books. I can hardly contain myself from talking about my bundle of joy who held his head up for 30 seconds or that I was able to watch the soon- to-be-born grandson blink during his mom’s sonogram.
    Seeing the student’s mill around the gym it’s hard to believe how much time has passed. As much as I miss the years when the girls were young, watching them become mothers is truly amazing.
    Page 2 of 2 - I’m convinced God gives us grandchildren to compensate for growing old. Holding a grandbaby seems to wash away any regrets of the time that has passed, as their love makes it all worthwhile.
    I love being a mom but this gig as Grandma is going to take the cake.
    Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at sandydownhome@hotmail.com
     
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