I Am Grandma
I am about to go through a second retirement. When the eldest and Dilly told us last autumn that, all being well, we were scheduled to become grandparents at the end of this month, I decided to relinquish my role as Parish Clerk. I have been in post since October 2015 and whilst a small salary is paid, it is very much a voluntary position in so far as hours worked and tasks undertaken double those contracted to be delivered. I have, however, enjoyed contributing to the community in this way and been able to put the skills learnt from my decades of legal practice to good use.
However, having been a working Mum for most of my career, I have absolutely no intention of being a working Grandma and so my notice of resignation was duly delivered. Sadly, there have been no enquiries from anyone interested in taking over the role and, honour bound, I have continued in position on the strict understanding that, replaced or not, I would not work beyond my grandchild's due date of 28th February.
The last few weeks, have therefore seen a dedicated effort by me to ensure that all files and documents, paper and digital, are neatly filed and all administration brought up to date for that end of February deadline. In fact, finishing line in sight, you might expect that I would almost be demob happy by now with perhaps a few days' grace between retirement and my renaissance as matriarch (after all everybody delivers their first baby late, surely).
No way, it's been yet another example of the unexpected twists and turns of retirement that not only has an influx of urgent business impeded finalisation of the paperwork but guesss which little bundle turned up early too.
So I may not yet be relieved of an administrative burden but my goodness I am so besotted by one tiny pink newborn girl that I feel as though I am walking on air regardless. Seriously, I never imagined how good a miniature being could make you feel and I don't need to nurse it, change nappies or endure sleepless nights. As for good omens, we even got a rainbow to coincide with the birth. Who said retirement couldn't get any better? It just has, one hundred fold.
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