Becoming a grandmother is a wonderful thing if you are ready for it and even if you are not ready to be bestowed with the title. As a grandmother I found out that the job is harder than I imaged. The little people are challenging and competitive and the adult children are more troublesome now than when you raised them yourself. This is a learning lesson that most mothers learn at some point in their life time and its heartwarming and informative for grandmother’s to be. In these pages you can share my journey of the ups and downs of a grandmother and maybe if you are having these same issues you will feel better knowing that we all belong to a club and get the same pouts when we say no to something and use the same psychology when it’s time for bed.
J Elliott-Howard is a native of New York, New York. She holds a bachelor's degree in Business Administration. She has had a successful career in corporate America. A divorced mother of two adult children and a grandmother of three. Enjoys photography and water color painting. She had been known to always see her glass as half-full instead of empty. She had a very interesting way of relating to people and her peers always seem to gravitate to her idealism. She has always been told that she ought to be an author based on her delivery methods of good, bad or indifferent news. She always manages to keep herself and those around centered in thought and action. In addition to writing she runs a blog called Janice's Take On It at www.janiceelliotthoward.com. Her newest project is a podcast called "Thoughts in the Car" that can be found at soundcloud.com/jyhoward or in the iTunes store.
My first grandchild made me realize that I need to be closer. I thought visiting regularly would help but it only hurt my feelings when he treated me like a stranger. I want him to be happy to see me whenever he sees me. I know that it is turning into more about me then him. Relocation was the answer so I moved closer.
Being A Grandmother
He knows my voice but does not know me well because of the distance. It takes him nearly half the time I am there before he warms up to me and then it tears me a part when he does not want me to leave at the end of my visit. This begins to trouble me as I want him to know who I am. I cannot be comfortable knowing that I have to reacquaint myself with my grandson every time I come to town.