To my grandchild turning one. Grandma's love is quite heavy.

My favorite person, my grandchild, will soon be one year old.

I am overwhelmed with emotion.

I still remember that day when they were born safely.

Looking back on the year since they were born, it started with just pure cuteness.

"So cute I could eat them up."

I learned that this saying is actually true.

I can forgive them for anything.

I want to be their number one confidant.

I want them to rely on me with all their might.

Since my grandchild was born, those kinds of wishes have grown within me.

Starting this April, they also made their nursery school debut.

Even as a grandmother, I felt anxious.

If I weren't working, they wouldn't even have to go to nursery school.

I have thought things like that before.

But my grandchild got used to nursery school faster than I thought.

Now they seem to enjoy it, and sometimes they just accept it as part of their routine.

I have also become one of the people who picks them up.

I even bought a child seat.

I am also participating in the nursery school's communication app as a family member.

Drop-offs, pick-ups, absence notifications, and the contact book.

I check them thoroughly every morning too.

"They were dropped off safely."

"They were picked up."

I am completely a checker.

And then, the occasional absence notification.

When I see one, I call my daughter immediately.

Do they have a fever?

Are they in a bad mood?

Are they able to eat?

I'm worried, so I end up asking.

The other day, my grandchild got chickenpox.

Naturally, they couldn't go to nursery school.

They couldn't sleep because of the itching, and they were in a bad mood.

I felt so sorry for them, I wished I could take their place.

My daughter also took time off work.

But from now on, there will surely be many more times when the child is unwell.

It's okay to rely on me when you need to.

Of course, I would be happy to look after them, so please tell me.

That's what I told my daughter.

And since I was off the next day, I went to pick up my grandchild in the morning and we spent the day at my house.

I don't think of it as babysitting.

For me, it's healing time.

It was also a period when my mother was staying at home.

My mother was also very happy to see her great-grandchild for the first time in a while.

Seeing the spots on their face and body, I felt sorry for them.

But my grandchild was in a good mood, ate well, played well, and slept well.

They are truly a child who doesn't require much effort.

And they are quite the tomboy.

They are the exact opposite of my daughter, and I am surprised by that too.

One year old.

It's only been a year, but they have grown so much, haven't they?

Their first birthday is coming up soon.

I plan to go buy their birthday present with my daughter's family.

I want to buy them what they want.

That's all.

You can't put a price on the happy faces of my daughter and grandchild.

So I intend to use that magic card that causes trouble later.

It's a card that lets you buy anything if you don't think about it.

Grandma's love sometimes arrives as a bill.

But that is surely a happy expense.

Almost one year old.

Thank you for growing up so healthy until now.

And thank you for making me a grandma.

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