This is my new knitting project. I'm making it for a very important and new person in my life. The fact of the matter is, I am going to be a grandmother. My genes will be passed on to a new person. Scary, right? I hope this new person does not get the genes for arthritis, sensitive skin, allergies, and cankles but does get my genes for strength, determination, optimism, and gratitude. I am pretty excited. I think about babies all the time. Do I know if it will be a granddaughter or a grandson? Well, I know it will be one of those two because the parents want to find out the old fashioned way when the baby is born. I plan to help out a little bit when the baby is born and I am super excited about that. Every week I get information about my grandchild comparing the size of the fetus to some kind of fruit or vegetable. This grandchild of mine started out the size of a kumquat. My grandchild has grown through the stages of a heirloom tomato, an apple, a scallion, a banana, a spaghetti squash,a coconut, and this week a pineapple. I go to the grocery story and stare at the produce until tears come into my eyes. Other Cub shoppers must think I'm crazy. It feels strange to eat some produce anymore; almost cannibalistic. I hope to do well in my new role as a grandmother. I expect to put forth extra effort to remain close to this grandchild because of the long distance between us. I grew up next door to one grandmother and only 3 hours away from the other grandmother. I felt very close to both of them. I could sit and listen to them tell me stories for hours and not get bored. I learned a lot from them. They both taught me how to cook, to be frugal and how to appreciate nature. One of my grandmothers had a huge fear of wolves but I heard her stories without becoming fearful of wolves myself. I started an email account for my grandchild and have begun to send him or her emails. Someday, when they are older, I will give them the account and the password so they can read stories about themselves from my perspective. I hoped for years to be a grandmother. My wish is coming true. I am so incredibly lucky. I can't imagine having me for a grandmother. I still feel like I'm 8 years old some days. Did my Grandmothers feel this way? Where has the time gone? One of my all time favorite sounds is that of a newborn crying. I'm sure to get my fill of that in the coming months. I can't wait!
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
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A huge Congratulations on the new bundle of joy being added to your life.
Nothing more gratifying than being a Grammy!
Thanks Dianne!!!
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