Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to 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.
Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.
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!
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.
Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.
You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother.
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 I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first.
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.
My grandkids believe I'm the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too.
Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.
What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure.
Her grandmother, as she gets older, is not fading but rather becoming more concentrated.
I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.
Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap.
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.