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.