I remember when my granddaughter was born. I was in the room when her father (my son) reached out his finger and she grasped it. Yes, I cried, big giant alligator tears. The baton was passed to another generation. My son? A father? Where did the time go. Where are the moments when I got rocks for Mother’s Day which the children had meticulously painted with my most expensive nail polish? Where are the nights when he stayed up all night playing Sim City?
I’ll be honest and say I wasn’t ready for my son to become a young father, but I have never regretted that he became a father. His children are some of the brightest spots in my life. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of some sweet thing my son or one of my grandchildren said or did. Now look at my granddaughter, all grown up with her father who is an “older” young man. Where did the time go?
I have been lucky to be part of my granddaughter’s life for her entire life. When she was 5, my husband and I took her to Yellowstone, just the three of us. She goes camping with us on the 4th of July, her brother has come for a few years now I remember things like saying “do you know you’re so cute?” and little 2-year old her responding “um, yes, I know”.
But life is still too short. Very soon (and I’m hoping that means 7-10 years from now), she will be starting her own family. I already have one great-grandchild, my husband’s son’s son’s child, and no doubt I will have more. No matter how long I live or what life brings, it is still too short. There is so much joy to experience and only a finite number of days to experience it.
Here is the granddaughter that started it all in Annie March 2013.