Becoming a grandmother has been one of God’s best blessings. He is so creative to plan that as we get older, along come these little people to bring back the kid in us.
When I was pregnant with my own child, some 30 plus years ago, there were no machines to picture the embryo in the womb. I barely got to hear the heartbeat in the last month. For the entire nine months, we had no idea what we were having. Several people told me I must be having a girl by the way I carried the baby. Someone else told me she could not imagine me with anything other than a girl. Did she mean that I was way too prissy to raise a son to be manly? I still don’t know.
When the doctor announced, “It’s a boy,” the surprise was wonderful. I was thrilled, delighted, overwhelmed and humbled to have been chosen by God to be mother to this wee baby boy. I loved every minute of him.
After a number of years and a few heartaches, we realized our son would be an only child. I put away some of the things from my childhood, my doll furniture and dolls. The hope of giving them to a daughter were gone.
Instead my days were filled with being mom to a boy, and not a dull one was among them. I picked out boy clothes and made a Spider Man cape. I bought little cars and trucks and yes, even fake guns, boy toys, for him to play with. I made his room look masculine and cut his hair to look like his dad’s. I was a den mother for a batch of his Cub Scout friends. I dealt with a caged gerbil that was bound and determined to escape. I even shared his affection with any number of the fairer sex, until I finally took second fiddle to the one woman who truly captured his heart. All the stuff boys are made of became our experiences, Sweet William and I.
Can you even imagine, then, the excitement I felt when my son and sweet daughter-in-love announced they were having a girl. Visions of pink ribbons, frilly dresses, tea parties and baby dolls danced in my head. I was going to have a girl-child to snuggle and cuddle, to share girl playtime and chit chat, to experience female moments that can drive a guy to distraction. A girl would understand that giggles and tears are just an emotion away.
Since that day 14 years ago, I’ve been blessed with two more grandchildren, a loves-to-dress-up girl named Celeste and our all-boy Ethan. Let no one try to argue with me, there is a difference in boys and girls. And I am loving every single minute of experiencing their uniquness.
Want to know the amazing thing about these grandchildren? They are equally delightful, they bring equal but different joy, and they have burst my heart wide open with love.
Being a grandparent is like getting a do-over, a rewind, a second chance. The things I would have done differently with my son, I get to do differently with my grandchildren. Things I thought so importance during my son’s boyhood, really don’t seem to matter that much now.
I think it is due to growing older and wiser, seeing life with mature eyes, and knowing we parents made a lot of mistakes and in spite of us, our children turned out OK.
I think I’ve become more fun as a grandparent, less particular, open to new experiences. I count the moments precious.
One day, I will pass on to my heavenly home. While I have this day, I want to build a house of memories for my grandchildren. I hope they remember laughter, funny stories, hugs and kisses, good-night prayers and blessings, unconditional love, complete acceptance.
I am depositing love into their hearts and I am storing up prayers. Sometime in the future when they hit a snag in the road or when something almost crushes the life out of them, I hope they will remember how much their Grammy loved them, believed in them, and talked to God about them.
Being a Grandmother is one of God’s best blessings.