As a mother with a daughter, I cannot even begin to imagine what it would be like to watch Belén become a mother.  I hope more than anything I live to see that day.  Equally so if we have a son.  The delight our parents see in us being parents is quite apparent every time we are with them and we so appreciate their love and support.

One other thing we immensely appreciate is their desire to spend time with their grand daughter, so much so that each of our moms watches Belén one day a week.  My mom (Nana) has Mondays and Andy’s mom (Grammy) has Fridays.  Belén has a fabulous time with each of them and has already developed a very special bond with each of them.

Nana Jane rocking/feeding Belén

Probably every other Monday, Belén comes home from Nana’s with some sort of new outfit or homemade toy.  I think my mom whips them up like only she can while Belén is napping.  We also really enjoy the emails she sends from “Belén” telling us about her day.  In one such email last month, we received this fantastic photo of Belén wearing a brand new Nana-made outfit.

Grammy also has a very special day with Belén each Friday.  They spend a lot of time on the ground working on crawling (especially before she was crawling), muscle and motor-skills development, playing with toys and hanging out.  When Grandpa Ray is around, they get two to three walks in a day as well and her routine is attended to with the care and consideration of his own.

I love watching the delight that all four of the grandparents (and aunties too) have at their interactions with Little B.  Belén is equally delighted with them.  A sure fire way to make Belén smile is to say “Hi Belén” using my mom’s high-pitched, baby voice…kind of like, “Huh-EYE BAAAY-LYNN.”  While it may sound grinding to the adult ear, B eats it up.  It also helps that Belén has all of them more-or-less wrapped around her fingers…but within reason, of course.

In short, we are EXTREMELY GRATEFUL on so many levels for this set up and feel very fortunate for such generous parents (and sisters) who take such an interest in knowing their grand daughter.

My mom sent me this poem which I think is quite fitting.

Grandmother’s Rocking Chair

Grandma, hold me a little longer,
Rock me a little more.
Tell me another story,
(You’ve only told me four!)
Let me sleep on your shoulder.
I love your happy smile.
I’ll always love you Grandma,
so stay with me awhile.

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