On Mother’s Day last year, I was watching from the window, waiting for little Bradley, aged one to
arrive. “ They’re here, they’re here,” I shrieked excitedly, as the car pulled up.
Eagerly, I ran out of the front door, and made straight for the car’s rear door to get Bradley out of
his baby seat. “Hello BJ,” I said, as Bradley grinned up at me. I always called him BJ_ short for Bradley
Jones.
Clutched carefully in his little hand was a bunch of paper flowers. “Give her the flowers,” Kerry
urged gently.
He gave me the bouquet and sweetly said “Nan.”
I stared at him, astonished and in tears, then I gently took him out of his chair and held him to me
tightly.” I’m Bradley’s Nan, I’m Bradley’s Nan;” I kept repeating to myself with delight ” he’s just said so.”
Then, holding my precious flowers carefully, I went back inside with my grandson.
It was the happiest moment of my entire life. Since then I’ve become a grand-mother.