Grandparents Day With Kylie

On Monday afternoon I got a call from Jenn's phone. When I answered it I heard a sweet little voice that said, "Grandma, this is Kylie can you come to my school tomorrow for Grandparents Day?" I was trying to think of what I was doing on Tuesday and then I realized that whatever I was going to do wasn't as important as going to see Kylie. It isn't a "news flash" that I have social anxieties. I hate going in to situations where I don't know how many people are going to be there or what we will be doing. I also worry about how I will compare to others. I got a reminder call that evening making sure I would be able to attend, to eat lunch in the cafeteria with her and then over to the library for the book fair. I worried all night about getting up, doing the chores and being out to Queen Creek by 11:00 a.m., I also worried about what to wear and if I could handle the extreme heat we've been having. Worrying has been passed down to me in my DNA from my dear Mother, and I HATE it. Well, everything went so good. Jenn and I went to McDonald's to get some lunch then off to the school we went. I knew the secretary and they were really friendly. I looked around and there were all kinds of grandparents, short and pudgy, tall and thin, old and not so old, grey hair and dyed like mine. I had worried for nothing, just like always. I even ran into a friend who had been there all morning because she had so many grand kids at that school. As we were leaving I told Jenn how happy I was that was over. She said, "Yeah but you still have fifteen more grand kids you will have to do this for." Now that is overwhelming!