MONDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2017

A Grandparent’s Reward

Coming into grandparenthood was one of the grandest days of my life. I have had the privilege of watching each one of my grandchildren being born. That was as good as it gets. You wonder how your heart …

Coming into grandparenthood was one of the grandest days of my life. I have had the privilege of watching each one of my grandchildren being born. That was as good as it gets. You wonder how your heart can expand large enough to love stronger and bolder than it had for your own children. Then, one grandchild comes along and it almost explodes. I can recall when my daughter was pregnant with our second grandchild. I concerned myself with the same feelings I sensed with my pregnancy of my second child – how could I possibly have room in this heart to love any more? But, I did. It happened. Miraculously, my heart grew to include every facet of yet another child. And thus it was with the second grandchild, and the third, the fourth, and yes, the fifth. Somehow I trust God would increase my capacity to love were my two daughters to produce fifty grands between them. (I don’t think that would possibly happen – thank goodness!)

I’m a zany grandmother. I have resorted to childlike behavior myself. My husband has deduced the reasoning behind this is because I never truly got to be a child myself growing up. Perhaps there is merit behind his deduction. I like to think, however, that my choice to be silly in love over my grandkids is simply because they make me that way! Warping myself into their time zone is my greatest escape from the busyness of life. When I step into their world, mine does an about-face. I no longer am concerned with time and space and matters. The only thing on the agenda is my grandchild(ren).

The rewards of being a grandparent can’t be measured in my lifetime. It will only be measured by generational accounts of the trails I blazed as a knight, an alien, a princess, a Jedi master, a frog, a dinosaur, and dragon, a gymnast, a butterfly, a queen, a flying …

 

 

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