When I first became a Gramma ten years ago I really had no idea what my role would be. Would I be one of those cookie baking grandmothers....probably not. Would I be one of those grandparents who shower their grandchildren with gifts....probably not. Would I be the type who would always be up for a romp outside...not really. Who would I be? How would they see me?
Eventually, I found my identity in a question asked by the oldest. She, younger sister and parents were on their way to my home. When the girls were told they where they were going, the oldest asked a question to clarify which grandparent's home (they have lots of g-parents, step g-parents and great grandparents, so it can be confusing). Her question was this, "You mean the crafty grandmother's house?"
Yes! That's me to a T. I'm the crafty Gramma. It is the role I was made for and I love it.
The past week before my recent trip to Texas, I busied myself making bunting and dolls to take with me.
After telling them a story about their favorite made-up heroine, Anna Louise Spotty, the girls decided to put on a circus for their parents. It was hilarious to see how they worked out costuming issues fashioning them out of things around the house. EG is a clown. She is wearing a puppy purse on her head for her wig. I quickly made the nose from a red pom pom and the stretchy black stuff that I made MK's ringmaster hat from. They both are wearing Daddy's clothing. The bunting was hung in the dining room archway with a push-pin. They assured me they would get Daddy to film the production and send it to me when they are ready to put on their circus.
Yep, crafty Gramma is the perfect title for me. I feel perfectly capable knowing I have lots of crafting know-how to pass along to each of them. It doesn't hurt that I also have the equivalent of a craft store of supplies in my basement.