What can I say about being a grandmother? Only those who have entered the paradise could even begin to understand beyond mere feelings what it feels like to see your own children become parents themselves. Looking back I know I tried so hard to capture a million memories of just being a parent. I have many wonderful memories tucked away inside my heart..OK, maybe one each per child...
Tammi...the first of three. I remember letting her eat her soup in the front room. I was taking my dish into the kitchen when I heard little feet behind me. I turned around and she was carrying her bowl of soup, with soup in it. Before I could reach out to grab it she spilled it. I looked at her feeling a bit exasperated when she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, say..."What happened mommy?......" I knelt down, held her in my mommy arms and kissed her, thanking God for the miracle of this little girl.
Tim...awwwww, yes....I sent him off to school one day dressed in nice clothes because it was picture day.Tim LOVED his t-shirts with any kind of pictures on them. He wanted to wear one that morning and I told him, "Not today son, it is picture day!" (smile, smile...) When the pictures came back, I had to take a double look. Smiling as big as a little boy could, there he sat with a red t-shirt on with a picture of dirt bikes on it. He had slipped that t-shirt into his back pack. I must admit, it is STILL my favorite school picture of him! Now he works in men's apparel for Nike...go figure! =)
Jenny.... asking me to teach her to drive. I was petrified at the thought of my baby driving! We were sitting in the parking lot of a grade school. I looked over at her, got out of the car and she moved over to the driver's seat. I took a deep breath, said an inward prayer and silently made myself ready. The next words out of her mouth were "Now mom which pedal is the gas and which is the brake?" I said "Get out! " She started laughing because she "got" me....Now, all these years later, I still pray that silent little prayer..."Lord, keep me safe in her car!" =)
But this is blog is about being a grandparent. The truth is, we as parents really DO get SO caught up in parenting we don't mean to but we MISS SO much!
Now, being a grandmother I get to really watch and treasure EVERY little nuance, every little thing a grandchild does. Emery, Josiah and Christian are miraculous gifts from God! They are gifts to be enjoyed, gifts to be ever amazed at; treasures to uncover, gifts to unwrap, love in it's purest forms, brilliant examples of future hopes and reminders that life is meant to go on. Whenever I hear the words "Hi gramma!" I am hearing angels singing inside my heart. When I see them each dancing I feel my spirit dancing too. When they are fretful, wanting only their mommies and daddies, I ache with love for the fact that each of them is Blessed to have the mommies and daddies they do. No hugs are better, no little kisses sweeter...THANK you Lord for this new piece of my journey. "I" am loved.
Philippians 1:3
