|The Object of my Obsession|
My obsession: my granddaughter. If you follow me on social media, then you’ve probably seen a post, or a picture or two or three or a dozen, of this precious girl.
What has happened to me? At a recent large gathering, with lots of extended family and friends, my only thought was of my granddaughter. One part of me wanted to be her protector, as there were a lot of people around that she didn’t know, but who all wanted to see her. I knew that might overwhelm her at some point, so I wanted to be another familiar face she saw besides Mommy, Daddy and Grampa.
On the flip side, I wanted to show her off to every single person in the room, because she is the most beautiful, fun, happy grandkid ever! What a split personality I have!
This obsession is powerful. While holding her, I could barely carry on an adult conversation. When I wasn’t holding her, I was constantly watching for her to make sure she was okay. Yeah, like her Mom and Dad aren’t the awesome parents they are and couldn’t handle this. Sigh.... See – I’m a total mess!
I don’t even know myself when I’m around her. However, I will try to be more normal as I go along, but no promises. Meanwhile, I can only apologize to my granddaughter’s parents, my husband and anyone else for my odd behavior when I’m around her. I can’t help it, and I don’t want it to end.
Truth be told, I’m having the time of my life. This is one obsession I don’t want to get over!