Oh, how delightful to have a little one ‘tell’:
We’re awaiting our first grandchild (well, actually 3rd, but the first two were born way too early and only survived a very short time), and anticipating all the delights of grand-parenting. It’s with excitement and joy that we await meeting our little Gracie (my name for her).
My dad said, a while back, ‘you sure waited a long time for this’. And he’s right. I’m the oldest of six, and four of the others are already grandparents for a few years already. Somehow, in the last 10 years or so, I’ve suddenly become a grandmother-in-waiting, and feel like the only reason we had children was so that we could become grandparents (not actually true at the time but…..). Somebody said a while back that grandchildren complete the cycle of life, and many times I think that must be true, especially as I see and hear others’ delight in this phase of life.
While we’re excited and joyful and happily anticipating meeting this new little person, we also are anxious and worried. Gracie is threatening to join us out here in the big wide world, and we all know she’s not yet ready at only 23 weeks. Mama and Papa and various doctors are all trying to persuade her to be patient, and much, much work is being done around that and also to help her to be as ready as possible when she makes her debut.
In the meantime, the best – and hardest - thing that Mama can do is stay in bed. As a consequence, her MIL is with her now for a few days, and then I’m headed out for a while – to cook and clean and keep her distracted somewhat from ‘baby’ thinking. I leave tomorrow, so quilting is on hold, and blogging may be even more spotty than it is already.
All positive thoughts and prayers welcome! Blessings, Peg