2001 – It started with one.
I never
pictured myself as a grandmother.
Never. The transition started off
unexpectedly. A surprise.
My son and
his girlfriend told me first before telling her parents that they were pregnant. And that is how it began. I remembering thinking; they are still in
their teens and I am too young to be a grandma.
2008 – And it grew to six
My son and his wife added a
second son in the spring of 2008, and one year later my daughter married a man
who was raising his two children on his own.
Within two years, they had two babies, and I was into this grandma gig
full time.
2010 – 2015 – It jumped to ten.
My
youngest remarried and introduced me to my daughter-in-law’s son. He made grandchild number seven, and within
two years they added two more babies for me to hug and spoil.
Last
summer, my oldest gifted me with grandbaby number 10, a precious little girl,
so now with seven boys and three girls to call me Grandma, there was no hiding
from that fact.
2016 –
Future
I have no
idea if God will bless HoneyBunch and me with more grandbabies, but bring them
on. My two stepsons and their wives might
one day decide to add to our group.
Maybe one of my three isn’t through hatching babies.
Now that
I have gotten the hang of this role, I kind of like it.
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