Actually I tried…..you can’t “fix” a broken cookie! I thought duck (duct) or as we call it “thousand mile an hour” tape would fix anything!!!! It doesn’t work on a broken cookie. Babas (grandmas) will try anything to save a breaking heart…actually all he wanted to do was lick off the icing so surely the tape would hold the back of the cookie together…nope the sugar stuck to the tape but the tape could not hold three pieces of cookie together….and so instead of a mended cookie I had to administer comfort in hugs and kisses and lots of love. I think it must be like that with the Savior……sometimes the broken pieces are not meant to be “fixed” and so He holds us in his arms and comforts us with hugs and love.
Category: Baba’s role
Sometimes we are called SOG’s…Silly Old Grandmas…and I suppose we are! Why when my first Grandbaby was born…she kept us waiting two weeks past due date…then came into the the world red, wrinkled and a bit “overdone”….but she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. Now 13 years later she is still gorgeous, smart, delightful and wonderful…just listen to me! I am indeed a SOG. That reminds me of a joke my husband loves to tell.
There were two old gentlemen sitting in the coffee shop. One says to the other, “Say, have I ever told you about my grandchildren?” And the other replied, “No, and I appreciate that.”
So I try not to brag too much about my overly bright and beautiful grandkids.
We come in all sizes, shapes and colors. We are from every culture and we are everywhere in the world! We have been around since Eve was middle aged! We are called Nana, Oma, Granny, Grandma, Grandmother, Granna (that is a cross between Grandma and Nana)Grammy and my personal favorite Baba. I am a Baba…..(Slovakian roots) My nine grandchildren and many of their friends call me Baba…I love it! Becoming a Baba has been the most wonderful thing that ever has happened to me! Oh, how blessed I am!
People told us and we never doubted it was true
But you really can’t comprehend it until it happens to you.
Words cannot explain it….it just can’t be understood…
The wonder of the ‘state’ we’re in…..Grandparenthood!!!!
Those tiny newborn bundles that we cradled in our arms
Have become precious little people full of endearing charms!
They burst into this world and right from the start
Wrapped a hand around our fingers and their lives around our hearts.
Their eyes are bright with anticipation as they come through our door.
Oh the giggles of delight as Grandpa romps with them on the floor.
A story and a cuddle snuggled close on Baba’s lap…
Or sound asleep on Grandpa’s chest for a cozy little nap.
Only God in His great plan could ever have known
How much we need babies when our own kids are grown!
Thank you, Lord for grandbabies, and bless them we pray,
May they grow in faith and love for you each and every day!               Â