This Time, I’m Not in a Hurry

By MissT

I’m a grandmother now. And maybe it’s because I have more life behind me than ahead—or maybe it’s just the gift of hindsight—but I find myself slowing down instead of racing forward.

When I was a young mother, life was a blur of lists and deadlines. There were meals to cook, school runs to juggle, PE kits to find, and a thousand little tasks that made the days feel like races. Everything had to be done, and done now.

Back then, days were measured in checklists—written in black ink, crossed out in red. Productivity was the proof of purpose.

But now? Now, with my grandson resting on my chest, or my granddaughter Maddie chatting my ear off about the latest school drama, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Whether I’m holding him or listening to her, I’m fully here. No rushing. No distractions.

This time, I’m not trying to get through the day.
I’m in the day.

No agenda.
No checklist.
No milestones to chase.
No timelines to beat.

The race has already been run. And now, there’s just this moment—soft, simple, and sacred.

So I’ll rock slower.
Listen longer.
Let their little hands and big ideas guide me.

They don’t need me to shape their future—that’s their parents’ job.
They just need me present. To laugh. To listen. To love them exactly as they are.

And maybe that’s the quiet magic of grand-parenting:
You’re no longer consumed with who they’ll become.
You’re simply in love with who they already are.

And this love?
It’s softer. Slower.
Maybe even sweeter.