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How I Became a Grandma


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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