There's a myth going around that I'm some kind of Super Oma. I would be extremely flattered if I hadn't started it myself. A few years ago I wrote a storybook for my grandkids using them as characters in all sorts of dangerous adventures. SuperOma always saved the day. I fashioned a SuperOma costume, and had Dee take pictures of me going into my phone booth as Marty Kent (a mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper) and coming out as SuperOma, flying off to fight for truth, justice and the American way.
Outside the storybook, I'm not a Super Oma at all. I don't bake cookies, I don't bring dinner, I don't do windows, and I don't make quilts. It's all a hoax. I basically tell stories, read stories or watch while the kids act out stories. I like to take the part of the person who doesn't do much. I'm the invalid grandmother in Little Red Riding Hood and the sickly patient in Nurse Nancy. I even played the "teacher in the wheelchair" in a game of School.
But I LOVE being a TravelinOma. That's the one who gets to visit their world, bring paper dolls or experiments, lay on their beds at night whispering secrets and singing lullabies, listen as they tell me about horseback riding, ballet, or ow-ies. Impromptu piano and dance recitals happen while I am their adoring audience. I watch Parent Trap, Survivor Man, Cars and Dora regularly. I love to sit and watch somersaults in the family room, or tricks on the trampoline while I philosophize with their parents, discussing everything from child raising theories to why people watch The Office. I'd rather talk to my kids and grandkids than anything else I can think of. It energizes me to see them in the homes they've created for themselves. And it validates the work of 32 years of active mothering we endured together. It is pure joy to be an observer of their busy lives.
That's why I'm so excited to get an SOS that I'm needed. Gabi, who signed herself The Original Desperate Housewife called the other day to report that her husband would be gone for a week, her kids will be out of school, and one of her four kids might have Lyme disease. I found my cape and tights and I'm flying off tomorrow.
What are some things you do as a grandmother, wish your kids' grandmother would do, or memories you have of your own grandma?