Nana's Are Determined

Only Nana's understand. Tickets are booked...arrangements are made. And then...a phone call changes everything. Nana...my teacher just sent a note home and my Christmas recital is the day BEFORE you get here. Uh Oh...hello Air Canada...how much to change my ticket. Of course!! No way can I miss her 1st real school Christmas program. I think back to her Daddy and Auntie T and Uncle Johnny and all of their recitals and programs and I remember the excitement but mostly the busyness of trying to get it all in. It seems to have passed by in a blur...but that is the joy , the privilege, the difference of being a grandparent...no more busyness, no rushing, no more blurs...just absolute joy and total concentration...the only blip on the radar is the moment that brave little 5 yr old walks on the stage and sings her heart out with Christmas cheer. Every smile every fidget all frozen in time and branded in my mind, that amazing little creature is MY First Grandchild...who would have ever thought!!