When my youngest son announced his engagement two years ago, I found out that not only would I be gaining a daughter-in-law, but a two year old granddaughter. I had wanted to be a grandmother for a long time. It seemed the least my children could do to repay me for the sacrifice of raising them. What I did not envision was that my grandchild would also be a stranger I had just met. When she and Amanda came over, McKenzie played with her mom and I sat there like some form of friendly furniture. I bought better toys for our toy closet, but I wanted to be the thing she played with.
Months went by with this same grandma/guest dynamic and I wasn't sure how to change it. Finally Thanksgiving came, Tracy and company were at our house for dinner. I was taking advantage of some down time to visit in the living room when MacKenzie asked me if I wanted to hide with her under her blanket. So there we were side by side on the floor, Kenzie completely covered, me sticking out except for head and shoulders, both of us giggling because mommy and Tracy couldn't find us. My granddaughter and I were going to be friends. That was the day I knew.
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