Great Expectations

With the impending birth of our three grandchildren, I find myself pondering my capabilities for this new responsibility. Having never been a grandmother, and being somewhat of a perfectionist, I have a strong desire to meet certain expectations, all the while knowing I am the person developing the job description. Do you like babies? I think so, but it's been a while since I changed a diaper. Are you a multi-tasker? When I am at work yes, but at home not so much. Do you like interruptions? I am currently working on that one. Can you lift twenty-five pounds or more? Yes, I have a gym membership as proof. Do you have a valid driver's license? Yes, and I promise not to drive over the speed limit, lest I harm precious cargo. Are you willing to work over-time if necessary. Yes, if I am allowed to take a nap along with the children. In my head, I imagine a litany of duties expected, a perfect grandmotherly position to fill. But in my heart, if I allow my mind to behave long enough to listen, there is only one question I need be concerned with. What is the basic requirement of this job? The Beatles must have known about newbie grandmothers, their fear of failing, of under-achieving, or over-protecting. In 1967 they sang, "All you need is love. It's easy. It's easy." I just might revamp my expectations.