Are you a great-grandmother? Or a grandmother or grandfather? Then you’ll probably know what I’m trying to say. It’s amazing, always, to see the miracle of new life. The fun of new puppies, kittens, baby chicks… But our progeny? OMG!
The births of my three children were amazing and I was in awe, I was in love. I was also overwhelmed, felt inadequate, was pretty clueless about mothering but did my best. My children, now grown, are still amazing. I’ve learned about life from my daughter and two sons. I’ve tried to guide them (and now try to quit guiding…) but it is they who have taught me. I am in awe of how they’ve parented, managed their life circumstances and challenges, and I’m grateful. I’m still in love with them and ever so amazed that God entrusted me with these three great souls. I’m blessed.
When they had babies – Oh My Goodness! My four grandsons and three granddaughters are some of my greatest delights. They are so much fun. We’ve had so much fun. And love. Talk about memories – and did I say love…
And now there’s Brooklyn! My first great-grandchild was born two months ago. She’s beautiful. She’s alert, aware, exceptionally well coordinated and I’m sure she’s going to be a great athlete – it’s obvious already (smile).
It’s difficult to comprehend how quickly her mommy has grown from a child to an attentive, deeply caring and beautiful mother. It moves me to see her with a daughter – my precious great-granddaughter – and knowing a bit about the joy and pain that lies ahead.
It was deeply touching to witness the obvious, lump-in-the-throat emotion when my son and daughter-in-law cradled their first grandchild while looking at each other. Little Brooklyn is finally a reality. She’s so privileged, so loved. I was so grateful that they opened their family and home totally to me on my first visit to meet Brooklyn and we bonded even more. We shared knowing glances and understood the unspeakable joy of being “grands”. No words were needed.
I imagine our four generation picture is in Brooklyn’s baby book by now. One day she’ll probably experience a similar day and then understand – the doting family who hovered and held her, cooed and sang, kissed and cuddled her – and prayed and blessed her – at three weeks of age.
Another new little soul has come into our family. And talk about being loved….