Today my granddaughter turns five. Five! It seems like just yesterday we were changing diapers and rocking her to sleep. She is my first grandchild. I became Nana when she was born. I thought that nothing could compare to the love I felt for my two children...and then Megan was born and my heart expanded once again.
Being Megan's Nana transformed my life. My vacations shifted from exotic locations to Arkansas and Texas. (Actually, for a liberal Oregonian, those states provided plenty of cross-cultural experiences.) I lived in Oregon, Megan in Arkansas and then Texas. I managed to visit her every couple of months. But, she was in my thoughts constantly. I over-compensated by shopping for her. I was a regular at Baby Depot, Baby Gap, and any retailer who had a baby department. I moved from the mystery/thriller section of Barnes and Noble to kid lit. When I visited I read to her from her extensive library and dressed her in all those cute little outfits that I had sent her.
Megan introduced me to the new generation of cartoons. (Please don't stone me. Yes, she watches cartoons) I never would have learned the words to the Wonder Pets theme song if I wasn't Megan's Nana.
Megan is five today! In a few weeks she will start school. As much as I want her to be educated, I'm not ready for her to be in school. School means that I no longer have 24-7 access to her when I visit. Her world is expanding and I hate to admit that I'm not ready. I haven't had enough of the little girl whose family, including her Nana, was the center of her world. I'd like to rock her for a little longer, and go on 'ventures during school hours, and sing "Wonder Pets, Wonder Pets we're on our way to help a baby animal and save the day!" I'm not ready to move on.
I went shopping for things for Megan's birthday package. This time I looked for school clothes. She's growing up. She has outgrown the baby departments. I miss those little frilly dresses, but thank goodness Macy's has a selection of bedazzled, Hello Kitty fashions. Nana is learning to move on.
The future is bright for Megan. We have much to look forward to. But when she walks off to school, my arms will still be aching to rock the baby that made me Nana.
Happy birthday Meggie. Nana loves you.