There's nothing like being a granny,
And watching your grandchildren grow;
There's nothing like watching your grandkids act up,
And seeing your children go slow.

Rememb'ring the times when my children,
Just wore me right down to the nub;
They'd don their best clothes and then roll in the dirt,
And I'd wrestle them into the tub.

I try to suppress all my giggles,
When my grandkids are pitching a fit;
I wonder sometimes if they've cloned my own kids,
Though it's something I'd never admit.

There were times when I'd spin in confusion
When my kids were just pulling my chain;
I think of those days when I'd drop in a heap,
(I'm surprised that I'm left with a brain).

So, today I sit back in amusement,
And watch while my kids tear their hair;
As their kids do the same things that drove me half nuts,
And I smile and think, " Hey, I've been there."