Striving to be Super Babushka - interviews
After spending a ridiculous amount of money at Walgreens on hair restorers, growth promising gels, creams, and potions, plus vitamins promising lustrous hair and nails (tag team?); I realized that I could wear a very attractive head scarf and no one would be the wiser. So there.
So instead of the worry, I interviewed granddaughters L and E today and I asked them, “What are the attributes of a good grandmother?” (Attributes - you know, what qualities??)
Here are their answers:
3. Wants to spend time with grandchildren
And the perfect grandmother would be one who would take them to Paris…
Cue big eyes with fluttering eyelashes …
Oh my - the bar is too high, maybe… I must check with Katerina and find out how many points I could be awarded if I did this?????
Striving to become Super Babushka - Day 2
Yesterday two of the soon to be eight grandchildren came over to play and hang out. I did my best: sorted through the buckets of legos to find all of the coveted pieces - men, horses, helmets, shields, spears and other weaponry; gave them drinks of fresh made lemonade; dished out the gourmet mac n’ cheese and other goodies; and got down on my hands and knees and played “toys” forever. But the best part was the hugs and cuddles and tickles. These boys are so precious and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have them in my life. Sigh.
After a long day and a trip to the book store to find a couple new books, I was treated to a loving critique when Joe hugged me and said, “Grandma, you have a spot on your head.” ”A spot,” I laughed, “what do you mean?” ”Right there, he pointed to my scalp, there is no hair right there.”
Oh no, am I losing my hair now? How can I be Super Babushka with a balding head? I ran to the mirror, took a picture with my iPhone and gasped. Why hasn’t my hairdresser brought this to my attention? Why is my hair falling out? This can not be happening. I am already going through the decision making process of dye-or-not-to-dye the “gray” anymore and pretty soon I won’t need to worry, I guess. Geez.
To make myself feel a bit better I had a manicure and attended a Body Transformation gym class. At least I will look good from the eyebrows down. Striving, one day at a time.
Striving for Super Babushka? Why now?
My son just married a lovely young women from Russia and she shared with me a great story about a contest in Moscow called Super Babushka. What? I said. It is a contest where the contestants compete in many categories: best cook, best worker, most hobbies, and of course, best grandmother. I instantly thought, “This is what I want to be.”
I want to be a Super Babushka. Maybe I won’t compete in Moscow, but hopefully, my family will notice and crown me someday. So I am going to work toward that goal every day and this blog will sort of follow my journey.
Before I begin you must know that I recently retired from a major manufacturing company that had become so toxic that I became physically and somewhat mentally ill. I can’t believe that people around me didn’t notice that I was screaming in my head all day long. I expected to be sad when I left, but I was flooded with relief. No more demeaning boss or boss’s boss or boss’s boss’s boss. No more ridiculous business word babble that made me laugh out loud in a meeting and of course, get immediately reprimanded. I am happy and nearly normal again.
So, we begin - I am married (42) years (major Babushka points); 3 children, 7 grandchildren (soon to be 8) (points are racking up); and decorated worker (exceeds expectations 8 years in a row - until the evil empire took over). My job took me all over the world so I missed a bit a the smothering grandmother stuff I needed to do. I will make up for it today. Children coming over - gourmet Mac n Cheese; gummy butterflies; lemonade and homemade cookies. Bring it on.