Being a grandparent is one of life’s truest blessings.
For my Mom, Moosh, it was the experience that brought her the greatest joy in an otherwise challenging life. For my Dad, one of his regrets was not surviving to be a grandfather (although he did have two grandkittens).
I never really knew my grandparents. I met Moosh’s father for just one weekend, when I was 18, have memories of a forbidding paternal grandmother, but was always told that my Dad’s dad doted on me in the few times we met before my memories begin.
I wanted to be a grandfather for a long time, from when I knew I got broody every time a new baby was brought to school for Friday class assemblies and I would ‘borrow’ them for cuddles and adoration.
When Molly Moo entered our lives, I knew that I wanted to be a treasured memory for her as well as a formative influence in her life. Long before she could talk, we were sharing deep and meaningful conversations. As soon as she could walk, our scope for searching adventures and mischief broadened. In my blogs, she became The Mini Dictator. When Lockdown came along it gave Granjit and I the gift of unexpected extra time with TMD. When she is feeling especially loving, Molly Moo calls me ‘Gorgeous Grandad’, because she knows how it makes me feel.
On my phone, I have several Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo stories waiting to be properly written down for grandparents and grandchildren to enjoy and for TMD to have when we are no longer here:
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo And The Waves
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo And All The Colours
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo In The Woods
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo And The Treasure Map
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo Sell Nanny’s Shoes
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo Go Camping
Gorgeous Grandad & Molly Moo Build A Castle
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