I am going to have a granddaughter in December. I have tried several times over seven days to
accurately put into words how this makes me feel. But I can’t.
The words have not been invented that can describe how utterly over the
moon I am about this event. About this
little girl.
When my son first shared with me that he was going
to be a father, my initial reaction was shock and disbelief. How could my baby be having a baby? Surely, he’s too young to be a father. Then it hit me that he is older than I was
when I had him. Then I listened to how
happy he was at the thought of being a father and then I started to think about
it even more.
I am going to be a grandmother. Wow.
My thoughts drifted back to 28 years ago when I had
him. Those were the happiest days of my
life up until that point. I always knew
that I wanted to be a mother (even if I wasn’t sure about being a wife) and
when that little boy entered my life I knew exactly why God put me on
earth. Then when I had my daughter it
became even more clear. It’s funny, when
I first discovered that I was pregnant with my daughter I felt an overwhelming
sense of guilt. I thought it was unfair
to make my son “share” me with another child.
I didn’t understand how I could possibly have enough love for two
children. When she arrived, I discovered
that I had love to spare. Now that our
family is expanding again I cannot even contain the love that I already have
for my granddaughter. My heart is full.
No one is more surprised than me. For years I would tell my kids that I would
not be the grandma that babysits and plays games, so don’t be bringing your
little rugrats around me. But honestly,
I cannot wait to take care of that little girl.
1 comment:
Aww! I love your excitement! Congrats!
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