I never wanted to become a grandmother. I felt that my children would never grow up to become grown men because I wanted them to stay my babies forever. Then reality stepped in and gently nudged me to see they had indeed grown to be strong men. They continuously remind me of their joys and acomplishments and thank my husband and I for the unselfish guidance we provided them.
I clearly remember the day my oldest son bought his own home and moved away. He still comes home each week to golf with his father, uncle and brother and then have dinner at our table. Like a doting mom, I still pray he will find the woman of his dreams to become his wife and the mother of his children. So, I guess I don’t mind the idea of someone calling me Grandma.
The day my youngest son came home with his future wife seems so long ago. I don’t remember the details. That isn’t true though about when he called me to say he had asked her to marry him. I remember the utter excitement and joy in his voice as he described the event and that she said “yes”. Not long after that he moved back home from school and started on the path to becoming a great husband and father. His fiance soon came to become a part of our home when her parents moved out of state. How could I say no to those two? We went from our year of empty nesting to become a busy and full household again.
The next year they were married. They remained here as they saved their money to complete college and grad school. The two years they moved out of state to attend school were hard for me. I looked forward to their return. I remember the phone call in the middle of the night when my son shared his daughter was born. It was right at the top of one of the best days of my life. That tiny bundle was and continues to be so precious.
About the time grad school ended for them my health and that of my husband took a downward turn. My son and his family came back home to live with us and help out as needed. Having my grandbaby living here since she was a month old has been such a blessing. I get to see the world through her eyes. Her innonence and empathy are astounding. She is kind and wise beyond her years. She is one of those children that just knows how to comfort a stranger and make them feel better. I never have to worry about her as she has touched so many lives. She will never be without someone close looking over her.
She will be 9 this year. I can’t believe how quickly time has passed and how much she has become an integral part of my life. I end every day giving thanks for the opportunity and privilege to call myself her grandma.
I wish all the Grandparents out there a blessed day and hope you get to enjoy it with family. Please visit some of the links below for other stories from Grandparents.