Babies are born every day. Today my firstborn son Joshua’s first child was born. Her name is Adeline Kate, and I am overwhelmed with thankfulness. She never turned, so she had to be delivered by C-section. Her mom is small, but Addie is a whopping 7 pounds 15 ounces. I’m a grandma. I’ve wanted to be a grandma for so long.
When Joshua was born, I was a single mother, in college, and poor as a church mouse. The whole time I was pregnant, I whined and complained to God–one little mistake. Just one. Why don’t I get away with ANYTHING I do wrong? I just can’t catch a break.
Then I saw his little face. He was delivered C-section because I never dilated past 6 centimeters. He didn’t want to come. Poor little thing had a cone head for a week or two from bouncing off my cervix. But when I saw that little face, it was the most precious sight I ever beheld. Love rushed through my hotter and faster than my blood. My whole life, which had been all about me, suddenly changed. This baby was going to have a better world if I had anything to say about it. God had trusted me with a human being, and I couldn’t believe what a great blessing that was!
I was still poor. I had to work multiple jobs until I finished college. When Josh was little he would complain that I had to work, “all the time.” But when I wasn’t working, we had so much fun. He was a little ball of energy. He ran everywhere (once he started walking, but that’s a whole nother story. Needless to say, I was so excited when he took his first step, I screamed. He sat down crying and wouldn’t take another step until days later. My sister finally convinced him to walk, and I learned to smile and say nice words in a low tone when I was happy.) Josh would run into a wall, bounce off, and keep running. He never met a stranger. I put him in a YMCA soccer league when he was 3 or 4, and he just ran onto the field and talked to the other kids like he’d been there for months. He loved our “big” Saturday nights watching “Cops” and “America’s Most Wanted” with a big bowl of popcorn. If I was lucky enough to get a Friday off, we had movie nights, and he can still tell you lines from “Little Giants” and “Angels in the Outfield.” Those VHS tapes got a workout!
I have work on Monday and Chemo on Tuesday, so I’m not in South Carolina where my heart is now. I know Josh and Kim have a lot of sleepless nights and a whole lot of loving coming their way. I used to joke that God made my kids so cute because He knew how much work they would be–and how much I love a good night’s rest. But I am so, so happy that they will know one of the greatest loves on earth. This first-time grandma is about to burst with joy. I can’t wait to hold this precious little gift in my arms and kiss her chubby cheek. Enjoy your loved ones while you can. I plan to. God is good!