I am about to enter into a new relationship in my life. My first grandchild. There is a part of me that thinks I am "too young" to be a grandma, but another part of me that thinks it is about time! Growing up I was fortunate to have three grandmas. I had my paternal grandma that lived on a farm. I had my maternal grandma (who was a lot like a mother to me) and I had a great-grandma, too that was my mother's grandma. My mother was extremely young (17) when she had me, so that is part of the reason I was able to have my grandmas for a lot of my life. I was always so close to each of them. I have things in my home from their homes that I cherish. Things that remind me of them. I can't imagine a grandchild wanting to have my things around when I'm gone.
My daughter's wife is carrying my daughter's egg. My little grandbaby is a petri-dish baby. We got to see baby pictures of the sperm donor and hear an interview. He seems like an amazing person. I had tears in my eyes as I listened to his voice. The due date is March 17 but now the doctor says it may be sooner. I have a plane ticket to go to see them at the end of the month. I am so excited and yet there is a part of me that can't imagine how I will feel. I know I am going to love this new little person very, very much. It will be interesting to see my daughter become a parent and to see my son be an uncle. We are all just beside ourselves with anticipation. Every time my phone rings and it is my daughter I am saying "yes? yes?"
Here is a tour of the nursery.
|rug in front of changing table|
|glider rocker and ottoman. |
I bought this for them and cannot wait to sit and rock my angel.
|baby bed and friends. |
the plan is to take the little one's photo with the giraffe through the years.
|I recently made this card and sent it.|