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Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul: Stories to Honor and Celebrate the Ageless Love of Grandmothers Paperback – Aug 16 2005

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  • Paperback: 350 pages
  • Publisher: Health Communications, Inc. (Aug. 16 2005)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0757303285
  • ISBN-13: 978-0757303289
  • Product Dimensions: 2.4 x 15.9 x 20.3 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 522 g
  • Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars 1 customer review
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About the Author

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series.

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series.

LeAnn Thieman, L.P.N., has been a nurse for thirty-two years. She lives in Colorado.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Babies, Boredom and Bliss
When a child is born, so are grandmothers.
-Judith Levy

“We’re not going in there are we?” I asked, appalled, looking inside the baby store my friend was determined to enter. I’d come a long way to visit . . . hundreds of miles, and she wanted to shop in a baby store? Quite frankly, I found those kind of stores boring, like I found most babies boring. I’d never been accused of waxing enthusiastically over little creatures who couldn’t walk, talk or do anything except scream, make a mess and demand all of one’s attention.

Turning on the well-worn heel of her running shoe, my friend shot me a steely look. “We won’t be long,” she promised, striding into the store.

Unhappily I trailed after her. She’s changed, I thought grumpily as I stifled a yawn and tottered through the crammed aisles on my high heels. Definitely changed, I thought sourly as she spent the next two hours oohing and aahing over everything to do with infants until I thought I’d go insane.

What can I say in defense of my once-glamorous friend who smelled of spit-up and who stumbled tiredly through the store misty eyed with joy? She’d become a grandmother.

That fact was responsible for her gleeful preoccupation in the world of little things, the reason she didn’t have time to dye the gray in her hair, the reason she’d traded in her classical clothing for jogging gear, the reason she couldn’t seem able to talk of anything. Except babies. And most particularly, one little grand baby.

After helping cram purchases into every nook and cranny of her car, I reminded my friend of a lunch date with our high school girlfriends at a hot new restaurant that featured elegant dining in an atmosphere that catered to people like me—tourists with hard-earned time and money to spend, who wanted to be pampered in a childfree environment.

I squeezed into the passenger side of the car holding a huge teddy bear on my lap, thankful that soon I’d be in a world of my peers where conversation would veer toward spas, salons and shopping.

But I was sadly, pathetically mistaken. No sooner did we get to the restaurant than my friend took out her wallet and proceeded to spread pictures of her grandson over the gleaming table, expecting us to ooh and aah over the bald-headed tyke with the toothless smile. Every woman did. Including the waitress.

But not me.

What’s the matter? I thought, depressed. Am I the only woman on the planet that dislikes baby talk? It wasn’t that I didn’t like babies. I did. I’d borne and raised one myself.

Lisa had turned into a lovely young woman. Intelligent, kind, ambitious. We had a good relationship based on respect, love and mutual interests. But I had never been what one could call maternal. And what’s more, my friend never had been either, I thought, glaring at her over a glass of wine. I couldn’t understand what had happened
to her.

We’d been teenage mothers together. We’d married and grown up with our daughters together. Together as single mothers we’d struggled in a world where we tried to fit work and relationships and parenting all in one. We’d been the best of friends.

What had happened to bring us apart?

I could only think of one thing. One word. Actually, two words. Grand. Mother.

What was so grand about that? I thought irately.

Months later, my daughter called. “Mom, guess what?”

I was filing my nails with one hand and juggling the phone with the other, trying not to smear my facial pack.

“I’m going to have a baby!”

The phone slid down my face as visions of gray hair and sweatpants filled my mind, and the sounds of squawking at all hours of the day and night filled my ears. I tasted weariness as I imagined trundling after an infant who needed smelly diapers changed while testing formula to feed a hungry, wailing new soul. New soul.

I burst into tears.

“Are you glad? Or are you mad?” Lisa shouted into the phone. With trembling fingers I juggled the receiver and said through a throat suddenly gone dry, “I’m not sure.”

Silently I tried out the unfamiliar label. Grandma.

“When’s the due date?” I whispered hoarsely.

“Christmas day!”

Christmas in Seattle.

My husband and I flew over on the twenty-third. Lisa met us at the airport. Beaming. Huge. I remembered how that felt. Remembered how . . . how wonderful it was! How joyful! How expectant! For the second time since I heard the news I burst into tears.

On December twenty-sixth Bronwyn entered the world and stole my breath, my heart, my soul. My entire identity.

“Let Grandma hold her!” I shouted almost knocking my poor son-in-law off his feet as I snatched my granddaughter
out of his arms. I looked down into her precious angelic face and . . . burst into tears.

Over the next few days I fought like a dragon to hold her, feed her, change her. I shopped in the local supermarket with my hair pulled into an untidy ponytail, dark smudges under my eyes from day-old mascara, sleepless nights and sentimental weeping. As I sat in the market’s deli, rocking Bronwyn in my arms and trying not to get spit-up on my jogging suit, I reflected on my new heart, new eyes, new senses. And I knew that up until the day she’d come into the world, I had been blind. The miracle of her birth had wrought a miracle in me, one I could not get enough of. Babies. I planned to call my friend to see if she’d be available to go shopping next time I was in town. There were some baby stores I was eager to visit. I hoped she’d bring photos.

I couldn’t wait to show her mine.
-Janet Hall Wigler

¬ 2005. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul, by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and LeAnn Thieman. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.

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The Chicken Soup Books are great for busy people who have limited time to read. This book was for someone who does a lot of waiting in their job and like to read between times.
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This book was purchased for my mother, who called to ask me why I gave her a book that would make her cry! Actually, she loved it. It's a great book, as are the so many other in this series. The only complaint I have is that eventually the book ends.
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HASH(0xa69008e4) out of 5 stars This book honors grandmothers and grandchildren alike. Dec 17 2005
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Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul is a sentimental treasury of memories gleaned from the hearts of grandmothers. This book will make you laugh and make you cry as you read about real life experiences as only a grandma can relay. What a wonderful book for the new grandma or the grandma with a dozen grandchildren. This book is a legacy for grandchildren, written by those who love them in a special way: the grandmas.
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HASH(0xa6900b24) out of 5 stars I finally found it! May 13 2007
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My Grandma loves the chicken soup books. I knew there was one for Grandma's, but couldn't find it anywhere. I found it on Amazon and gave it to her for Christmas. She loved it.
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HASH(0xa6900e84) out of 5 stars When a child is born, so is a grandmother. - Judith Levy July 15 2012
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I like the Chicken Soup books. You can pick them up and read the short stories any time/any place. The stories are inspirational and let you realize that you BELONG to some bigger group than yourself, with common happenings and misadventures in your lives.

"Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul" was especially appropriate for me to be reading since I have two new twin grandbabies. And this book let me laugh, cry and rejoice along with other grandmothers.
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Bought this for granny for xmas and when the internet went down she couldnt put this book down even after the net was back up and running...says it is a great book and full of funny and thoughtful stories. Would buy again and highly recommend.