Becoming a Grandma for the First Time: What No One Tells You About This Kind of Love
Let me just say it: I thought I knew transformation.
I thought I had life all figured out until I became a grandma.
Not in a “new kind of love” way. Oh no.
This wasn’t a different love.
It was an extension a fierce, bone-deep love I already have for my daughter… now multiplied.
Widened.
Expanded to this new little soul who came from her.
That’s what rocked me to my core.
Meet M’Amy that’s me. A name picked not because it’s trendy (even though it totally is), but because it’s easy for baby lips to say. And now? It’s the most beautiful word in the world.
The Room Where It Happened
I was there. In the room.
Watching my baby bring her baby into the world.
Let that sink in.
One minute we were holding hands.
The next she was holding him.
That moment is tattooed on my soul.
He arrived fists clenched, lungs booming, eyes squinting like, okay world… I’m here.
And just like that, my heart cracked wide open.
My Daughter: A Straight-Up Warrior Queen 👑
Can we take a moment for her?
My daughter.
Already the best mommy ever and I don’t say that lightly.
She labored like a champ. Strong. Focused. Calm in a way that made me stand back in awe.
The second he was in her arms?
She locked into motherhood like it was written into her DNA.
And after nine long months of “nope, can’t eat that” and “not right now”… we celebrated.
Her first two meals postpartum were exactly as they should be:
A beautiful platter of high-end sushi
Caviar, because absolutely yes
And a bottle of Dom Pérignon, popped with intention
Because birth is sacred.
And so is celebrating the woman who just brought life into the world.
From “Mom” to “M’Amy”
There’s something surreal about watching your baby become a parent.
And something incredibly grounding about being needed again — not because you have to be there, but because you get to be.
Yes, I changed diapers.
Yes, he pooped the second I took the diaper off.
Yes, he peed straight up in the air before I learned all the boy tricks no one warned me about.
And honestly?
I loved every second of it.
The Moments That Melt You
Every day felt like a miracle unfolding in slow motion:
The first time he barely cracked open his eyes
Watching that awareness grow a little more each day
The sleepy, milk-drunk sighs
The way he pushed himself up, strong already
Turning his head like a champ, determined and curious
But the moment that lives deepest in my heart?
That tiny head cradled into my neck.
Warm. Heavy. Trusting.
I miss that the most.
For Every Woman Entering a New Season
We talk endlessly about baby milestones — but what about ours?
Becoming a grandma
Watching your daughter rise into motherhood
Learning how to support without taking over
Letting go of control and leaning into presence
Loving deeper without holding tighter
These aren’t small shifts.
They are holy ones.
You don’t stop growing when your children are grown.
You evolve.
The Gift of Presence
Being able to stay with my daughter and her hubby after the birth was a gift I will never take lightly.
Night feeds.
Rocking him to sleep in the quiet hours.
Washing bottles.
Holding space when everyone was tired and tender.
And now that I’m home?
I miss it.
I miss the rhythm.
I miss being part of their little cocoon.
I miss that baby breath against my neck.
But I carry it all with me — forever.
“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.” — 3 John 1:4
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Because this chapter?
It might just be the most meaningful one yet.
Best,
Amy
