Hello Judah. I’m Your Grandmother.

On June 21, 2014, I became a grandmother. Abby Johnny and Judah 1

My daughter Abigail gave birth to a beautiful little boy- Judah Gray Wallace. Shortly after his arrival, I rushed to the hospital and was handed a seven pound bundle.  I gently pulled the flannel away from his little face and tenderly kissed his forehead.  I was totally undone.

This morning, I looked into the mirror.  “I am a grandmother.”

grammieGrandmother.  The word evokes images of white haired wrinkly little ladies who dodder around and speak in shaky voices.  It is an image I am not yet ready to embrace, and here’s why.

I have never been a little lady.  I’m five feet eight-and-a-half inches.  Okay, so I’ve shrunk to five seven, but nobody will ever describe me as “little.”  Ever.

I do not dodder.  I stride.  At work I often get on a roll, taking long steps to get from one office to another.  My long arms swing with each step- sometimes so far that I painfully smack them on the door frame when taking a sharp turn to enter my office.  These are not the movements of a doddering old woman.

While I will admit I have more sags and wrinkles than I did thirty years ago, I do not have prune-like skin and jowls that flap when I laugh- at least not when I take off my glasses.  And I do not have white hair.  That gray streak that slowly appears at my part miraculously goes away whenever I visit my hairdresser.

Even though my days of singing in bars and coffee shops are far behind me, I can still carry the harmony to any song played on my car radio, and project across the courtroom when the judge asks CASA’s stand on an issue.

I am strong, and unafraid, and capable.  I come by this legally.

My grandmother did not dodder.  When I was in college she and I climbed the seawall near her apartment, walked a mile down the beach, and when the sand cooled and our shadows grew, walked back home, to enjoy tender pan-fried flounder and creamy potato salad.  My grandmother got her driver’s license at seventy-six.  She visited the shut-ins from her church when she was in her early nineties.  And although her voice shook at our last conversation, the eyes that held my gaze were steady and filled with love.

My children’s grandmother did not dodder. She dug in the soil until it burst with peas, squash and beans to feed the many mouths gathered at her table.  She swam in the ocean, letting icy waves crash over her head.  She read countless stories aloud, transforming ink and paper into living characters that danced through the imaginations of everyone who listened.  She watched basketball with my nephew.  She laughed at my brother-in-law’s slightly off-color jokes.  And although her voice shook, her arms were strong as she wrapped my Elizabeth in a loving embrace hours before she passed into the next life.

We_Can_Do_It!There are no doddering women in my heritage.  They were strong New England women- fearless, energetic, full of fun.  They were unafraid during thunderstorms and blizzards.  They kneaded bread with strong hands, and wiped away tears with soft ones.   They knit booties and sewed flannel pajamas.  They listened to twelve-year-old boys give play-by-play descriptions of football games, and gave equal ear to fifteen-year-old girls describe their back-to-school outfits.   They faced life with courage and enthusiasm, and they faced death with anticipation and confidence.

This is the kind of grandmother I want to be- the grandmother I will be.  Judah and I will ride waves together in the Atlantic Ocean.  We will make mud pies in spring and snowmen in winter. I will sew him flannel pajamas, and make him cookies to spoil his dinner.  I’ll read to him.  I’ll rock him to sleep.  I’ll listen to him complain that his parents don’t let him do anything his friends can do.  I’ll go to his soccer games and his music recitals and lie next to him in the grass to find pictures in the clouds.

We’ve only begun, but we are well on our way to a lasting friendship. He will not remember these first few days, but I judah close upwill. How he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck.  How his little body relaxes when I hold him close and rock him.  How his skin is velvety and his scent is like his mother’s when she was only days old.

Most likely, Judah will grow taller and stronger than I am.   He will think of me as old.  But he will never describe me as doddering, because I have a legacy to uphold.  I’ll be unafraid of thunderstorms and blizzards.  I’ll charge forward, head up, full steam ahead, like those who went before me.  Even if my voice shakes, my eyes will be steady and full of love.  I’ll face life with courage and enthusiasm, and someday, I’ll face death with anticipation and confidence.

Hello Judah.  I’m your grandmother.  Stick with me, kid. We’ll have a blast.

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  1. One of the best things about Jackson, my baby boy (cough 33 months old cough), is my mother – his Nana.
    The relationship they have had since the day he was born is amazing.
    I love watching her interact with him, and he with her. It is SO FUN.
    You are in for the time of your life, Garrie!
    I think my mother is forever indebted to me for the gift I gave her 🙂
    And, wait until you see your world change with Abigail, and her world change with her husband. Breathtaking. Enjoy!!!!!!

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    • Garrie Madison Stoutimore

       /  June 23, 2014

      Thanks, Candi! I love being a grandmother already and it’s only been two days.

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  2. Missy

     /  June 23, 2014

    Love this one Garrie!

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    • Garrie Madison Stoutimore

       /  June 23, 2014

      Thanks. Can’t miss with such a beautiful little subject.

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  3. Jeff Quinn

     /  June 23, 2014

    Grandma make life wonderful! Congratulations!

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  4. Terry Ohlson-Martin

     /  June 23, 2014

    He’s beautiful Garrie! Congrats!!!

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    • Garrie Madison Stoutimore

       /  June 23, 2014

      Thanks, Terry. I can’t believe how quickly I fell in love with this little guy.

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  5. Donna

     /  June 23, 2014

    Congratulations Garrie! You will be as awesome a grandmother as you are a mom!! So much fun ahead! Please give my Congrats! to Abby and her husband!! He really is so beautiful!!

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  6. Jodi Stewart

     /  June 24, 2014

    Beautiful! There’s a special bond between a child and their grandmother and it sounds like Judah’s going to have one special journey with you. Enjoy!!

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    • Garrie Madison Stoutimore

       /  June 24, 2014

      Thanks, Jodi! He’s wormed his way into my heart already.

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  7. Robin

     /  June 24, 2014

    Little ones like this make getting older not so bad!

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  8. Sandy Cote

     /  June 24, 2014

    Congratulations!! He is adorable and so very lucky to have you as his grandmother!! XXOO

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    • Garrie Madison Stoutimore

       /  June 24, 2014

      Thank you Sandy. He is as snuggly as he looks. And I think I am the lucky one.

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