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-- by Gay Wilson - Copyright ? -- sent by Caren Collis - navarre@mpdr0.detroit.mi.ameritech.net I was 44 when I had my first. I couldn't wait to be called Grandma. I found this poem and it tells my whole story:
When first he called me "Sweetheart" my youthful knees grew weak. And that was topped when I heard "wife" for sure, I'd reached the peak.
Until a tiny voice said "MOM" I think that says it all. I know have 3 grandsons, 9, 7, and 2, and they all call me Gramma. And I tear up every time I hear it. The 2 year old is talking real well now and I love hearing Gramma from his smiling face. Love it now because just like your kids they grow up too fast.
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