My sister, who is 17 years older than me, is a great grandmother, times four. All four children are the grandchildren of my niece who has been gone for five years now, struck down by ovarian cancer at age 53. My sister, trying to fill in for her missing daughter, often babysits three of the great grandchildren and dotes heavily on them, as you can imagine. A new granddaughter, born to another grandson, came into the world about six weeks ago. My sister was so happy to have another girl on which to dote.
However, there seems to be a glitch in seeing this particular child. The first three ‘great-grands’ belong to my sister’s oldest grandson; the new baby belongs to the second grandson and it seems that his wife is not very cooperative in letting my sister see her new great grandchild. My sister had seen the baby when she was born and was wanting to see the baby now, a month later. The family lives about 40 minutes away, in a foothill community, and I offered to drive my sister for a visit some day this week. Figured that way I too could see the newest member of the family. You know, take a small gift from the great-great aunt. How many kids have a great-great aunt? Or even a great grandmother, for that matter?
The new mother said no. It wasn’t a good time this week to visit. No other time offered. My sister was pretty devastated. I was miffed. We aren’t planning on staying long. Just pop in and see the baby. Let my sister get her grandchild fix. I told my sister to call me when they decided to let her come see the baby. Hopefully it will be at a time I can take her and see the baby, too. My sister’s title of great, and in my case, great-great, may not be so great after all.