That's what the GRANDson's call our house, like it's all mine! Our daughter corrects them but they still call it Grandma's house... actually Nana and Nanny's. We were given our names before the Grandsons even arrived, "TITLES" if you will to note our importance. I took note, I feel the honor! We became Grandparents for the first time in 1994. I was 42 and was thrilled to become a Nana. I couldn't wait to have that little bundle of joy join our family. When I found out it was going to be a boy, that worried me. I knew everything there was to know about Barbie dolls, Easy Bake Ovens and I could shop til' I dropped but boys... they scared me. What would I play with them?
The World of Hot wheels opened up to me and Mattel provided many toys for them to play with! Car Wash was a soapy mess that permanently set on our back patio in Texas, waiting for Jackson to come over on Friday nights!
In fact, anything with wheels appealed to Jackson. By the time he was 2 he could tell you the names of almost all kinds of cars!
Grandma's house for me was a place that was full of warmth and love. It was more than the old farm that made me want to go back again and again. It was a place I was loved unconditionally, my deepest thoughts could be shared with the assurance that no judgement was ever placed. I felt free to explore and imagine what the world held for me, just for me. I learned respect by being given respect, I learned compassion when I saw them care for the many farm animals or share food with a neighbor. Learning by example, it still works!