Becoming Mimi

I’m going to be real honest here; this is not a post I saw myself writing, at least not for a long time – like, way, way into the future, but despite all that, I couldn’t wait to sit down and bang this one out today.

I’ve been through a lot of personal transitions in my 46 years on this earth, most of which have helped me evolve in the very best ways; they’ve made me a wiser, kinder, more graceful person. And, truthfully, this experience, the one of becoming Mimi has been no different. It was just one that was completely and totally unexpected (as life so often is).

Let me tell you though, something magical happens when your child, the once tiny human you brought into this world and raised into adulthood, has a child of their own. I almost can’t put into words how ‘full-circle’ it feels.

A collage of a new baby, one photo showing the side of his head and his tiny ear and the other showing his newborn feet sticking out of a blanket.

I was present the day our first grandson was born. In fact, I got to be a part of the whole shebang and I was proudly the second person he met ‘out here’. He has no idea how unique that is or what that means to me, as his Mimi.

I thought parenting was incredible (I mean, it really is), but grand-parenting is next level. Not only do you get to watch your child develop into a loving, selfless parent, and watch them bond and interact with their baby, you get another precious child to love without all the work.

I always giggled listening to my Dad go on and on (and on and on) about our girls, about how there’s nothing better than grand-babies and how you’d do anything for them, but now I get it. I mean, I really get it. He was never happier than when he was with our girls; he’d drop everything to see them, and I’ve turned out to be the very same way. I don’t want to miss anything, not one single moment – it’s that fulfilling .

The funny thing is, I had subconciously been struggling with our emptying nest; filling my time with new things and hobbies, which was okay. It kept me busy-ish and I wasn’t unhappy by any means, but I had lost some of my purpose. I spent the better part of my life being a mama and to not be that anymore was a lonely feeling, especially because I’m not that old. Many of my friends are still in it, busy with their kids.

Since becoming Mimi though, my cup is full again, but in a different and new way. And the best part is, I’ve reconnected with my daughter (our wildest child), and we’ve really bonded over motherhood. It’s a blessing I would’ve never predicted. I’ve helped her on her motherhood journey, and yet again, she’s helped me on mine. There’s that full-circle thing again.

My takeaway…

If I could go back and tell myself one thing about this whole experience, it would be this – especially when life throws you a curveball, one that feels real heavy and like it might break everything, just take a moment and look for the silver lining, find one good thing to hold on to, and hold on. I mean, really h0ld on – go all in, jump with both feet, stay on that train and see where it takes you. It might not be perfect or how you’d planned, but it could very well be the best thing to happen to you in a long, long time.

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    1. This made me smile from ear to ear, GG. Thank you, and ditto! 💕