(Originally posted over on Wordpress. Copied here so people won't have to join a site just to read my work.)
There is very little that is better in life than being a grandparent. You parents out there have so much to look forward to. It always made my heart ache a little to see my children growing up. 'Empty Nest' syndrome scared me. I'd been a mom so much of my life
I wasn't sure I knew how to do anything else.
Then I became a grandma...There is very little that is better in life than being a grandparent. You parents out there have so much to look forward to. It always made my heart ache a little to see my children growing up. 'Empty Nest' syndrome scared me. I'd been a mom so much of my life
I wasn't sure I knew how to do anything else.
I was not at all
ready for the huge wave of intense love that washed over me when I saw
that tiny face. And when those eyes turned to meet mine the first time
I spoke and held that tiny body...well, I was captivated. Every day
since that day over 17 years ago, my heart walks around outside my body
in the form of eight grandchildren. I love my children, always have,
always will...but this grandchild thing...it is beyond what I felt for
my children. I think it might be tangled up in 'grandma magic.'
While
I sat in the "Father's Waiting Room" a few doors down the hall from
where my second grandchild was actively being born, I wondered if I
could love another child as much as I did my first grandchild. What if I
couldn't? What if this grandchild was just another baby in the world?
How could I keep my children from seeing it in my face? Surely at some
family function or another they would see that I didn't feel the same
about both children? How could I keep my children from being hurt that I
wasn't able to love another child the way I loved my first
grandchild? Then the nurse came and told me I could go into the room and
meet my newest grandchild...I approached that door with excitement, and
dread. Turns out I needn't have worried, the moment my eyes fell upon
him, that same rush of overwhelming love washed over me...and it's
happened every time a new grandchild has joined our
family. It doesn't surprise me anymore, but it still amazes me that such
tiny people can so totally take over a person's heart and no matter how
many of them come, the heart has room for more.
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