I made this card a few months ago to congratulate my daughter and son-in-law on the birth of their son (who is now almost five months old--yes, I'm behind). I really just wanted to show off the adorable photo of my newborn grandson, which I printed on vellum and added to the inside.
I often complain about the challenges of raising my granddaughters. My husband rarely does. The word "saint" crosses my mind when I think of him (but never my lips--if he knew I felt this way he'd surely use it to his advantage).
When I met my husband, I was a single mother of a four-year-old daughter. Although his friends cautioned him to think twice about getting involved, for some reason (that he probably regrets now) he did it anyway. And he became the kind of father that every child deserves--loving, playful, moral, hard-working, and one who quickly forgot that he wasn't the birth father of his newly-adopted daughter.
He has always done whatever necessary to give us the best life possible, first with our own two daughters and now with our two granddaughters. When I can't find the energy to play with the kids, he somehow does. And he would do just about anything I asked of him (except eat onions and have long, meaningful conversations). I'm a pretty lucky lady. And I think our four girls know how fortunate they are to have him in their lives.
Ten days ago my oldest granddaughter graduated from middle school. What a glorious day.
I never wanted a second set of kids to raise, but God sometimes blesses us in mysterious ways. The past 13 1/2 years have tried my patience, my faith, my marriage, and my sanity. But here I stand. Hunched over & weak, yes, but still standing.
As I watched her walk across the stage, I couldn't have been more proud. Her life has been filled with challenges (one of them being me), but she has surprised me with her resilience. It can't be fun being raised by old people. Parents, one generation removed, are bad enough. Senior citizens (or those of us nearing that stage) are from another planet. Or galaxy. But she's a wonderful girl-- sweet, caring, smart, funny, and free-spirited. As much as I grumble about raising her and her sister, I wouldn't change it for anything. It has been my pleasure (most of the time), and my privilege.
Seven more years and both girls will be out of the house. I'm sure it will be bittersweet. I just hope God doesn't decide to bless me again. I can't do it a third time.
I'm an imperfect Christian woman, married for decades to a mostly-wonderful man, trying to raise two teenage granddaughters without losing my religion. I'm also Mom to two grown daughters and Nana to a super-sweet young grandson and his super-spunky younger sister. I blog a little about crafting and a lot about life. I hope to share more about the love of God and how that love can bring joy into our lives no matter what obstacles we face.