I have never been one of those mothers who kept asking when she was going to be a grandmother. But I have always wanted my daughter to know the incredible experience of being a mother.
There is nothing like holding that baby for the first time. Counting all the fingers and toes, then looking into that precious little face and realizing the responsibility that comes with it.
I knew nothing about raising a child. My own parents, bless them, didn’t either. Nor had I ever babysat. So I knew I would make mistakes and boy, I’m sure I did. But I loved that baby from the moment I knew I was carrying her.
Last week my baby gave birth to her baby. I’ve been crying tears of joy pretty much off and on since the call that she was pregnant. She and her husband had been trying for the last four years and we’d all pretty much accepted that they wouldn’t be having any children.