Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.
Being pretty on the inside means you don't hit your brother and you eat all your peas - that's what my grandma taught me.
A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do.
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. If your baby is "beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time," you're the grandma.
You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother.
We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.
What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, cookies.
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.
If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it!
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.
We need to go back to the way it was 30 years ago, when everybody had Grandma and Grandpa, and we were willing to pass moral judgments about right and wrong.
Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.
If Charlton Heston can have a constitutional right carry a rifle, why can't grandma have a constitutional right to health care?
But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.
I didn't realize until I was older what a huge music fan my daddy really was, and actually that my grandma played banjo at one time, and I didn't even know that until a year or two ago.
Grandma cheated whenever she could. She cheated because it was a much more scientific and surer way of winning than trusting to luck.
I have to tell you that June Cleaver had a job in 'The New Leave It to Beaver.' She did. Sure, she was a council woman. She went to work. She wasn't a sit-at-home grandma. She went out, got a job.