As a child, I loved both my grandmothers very much and loved spending time with them. There was little need for them to discipline me because I wouldn’t have said or done anything to make them angry or sad. It was a fun and happy time. Pure love.
When I grew up and had children of my own, my mother just naturally became a wonderful grandma. She had, and still does have, a beautiful way of reaching them and teaching them through unconditional love.
When my children became adults, I began to look forward to the time when I could have that kind of relationship with a grandchild.
You know how when you’re trying to get pregnant, there are pregnant women everywhere – reminding you that you’re not pregnant.
I felt a similar hurt. Every day I was on Facebook, at least one of my friends was posting photos of their grandchildren or a cute little saying about how wonderful it was to be a grandma. Some days I wanted to scream. Don’t misunderstand me… I was really, really happy for these grandmas. I really was. It just began to wear a little thin. I began to tell myself to quit hoping so maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.
As I shared in a previous post, Greg and Jessi tried for two years before getting pregnant. Jessi knows first-hand what that felt like. When I found out that Jessi had been feeling this way for so long, I felt for her empty arms and that empty place in her heart that was just waiting to be filled by her own child.
Once we knew of their struggles, we all began to pray. I believe in the power of prayer and it was something we could do to help.
Now, thank the Lord, Jessi has their own child growing inside her! And we all continue to pray for a safe delivery and healthy baby.
Now, I’m beginning to let my own guard down a little and have hope again.
Now, when my friends or cousins or my own mother tell me how wonderful it is to be a grandma, I listen better, and I smile.
I’m a grandma-to-be. I hope I can be for my grandchild what my grandmothers were to me. :)