Sunday, June 6, 2010
I have waited for this day for a very long time. As long as I can remember I have wanted to be a grandmother. Even before I ever wanted to be a mother I wanted to be a grandmother. Something about being the old lady on the block that made cookies and read stories to the children. The place where all the kids wanted to go to make crafts and have fun. And then go home later.
Well, it happened. I now have a grand daughter. She weighs 5 lbs and 9 oz. My daughter had her first baby last Friday. They named her Lillianna Leigh. What a big name for such a little thing. My cousin said that she hopes she will not be one of these children who cannot pronounce their "L's". If so, she would be saying her name is "Wiwwianna Wee". Got a big "waf" out of that one!
I did not know that I would have so many different feelings and thoughts about this whole thing of being a 'Grandma'. I feel old. I feel afraid for my daughter and all the scares and fears she will have to face. I feel afraid for myself, that I will miss something along the way.
But I always have this to fall back on. That my God is in control, He loves me, and He loves my children more than I do. He is good even when life is not. And this world is not the end.
I have to post one picture.