Our boys are blessed to have three of their four great-grandmothers living. It is such fun to visit with any of the three and hear their stories. My grandma is the oldest of the three and the least educated - but her stories about raising boys are fantastic. You see, she also has four boys (three living - one died in infancy), so she is a great encouragement to my heart.
Plus, she really appreciates the boyish-ness of my boys. Their antics amuse her greatly. She knows that they need a place to play, and doesn't mind the constant re-arranging of her knick-nacks. She expects them to be loud and rather boisterous and opinionated. She knows that they certainly cannot be left to their own devices, so she keeps some Hot Wheels for their entertainment, plus we usually take an activity with us. Last time it was playdough - and my grandmother joined right in and sculpted several things. Before that, we took supplies for making Valentine's, and Grandma had a heyday. I didn't know she could draw well. We all had a lovely time together making cards. I need to take all of them to see her, but this past weekend, I only had the energy to take #4 - #2 and #3 had Daddy Day.
It is time to seriously work at getting #4 to go back to sleep and then get both of us back to bed. But I wanted to tell you that this is my grandma, and I'm very thankful for her.