Writing has not been very important to me lately. Even my husband has called me on it a few times…when often he says “So, are you sewing tonight?”, today he reminded me that I need to “tell my stories.” You see, I’ve always written, and I’ve always sewed, but for a few years, I didn’t do either, except for the necessary things like meeting minutes, necessary correspondence and mending. Life happened, and there simply was not time. But the past few years, I’ve been writing again, and since the new sewing machine Mr. H. gifted to me Christmas of 2019, I’ve been sewing again. With the recent birth of our first grandchild, our lives have revolved around this new little life, and our hearts have been full, comforted by prayers and great medical staff at the hospital, and happy times since.
What is it like being a grandmother? It is really hard to say. I can use all the big words: amazing, fascinating, humbling, wonderous…and many more. The words just tumble out, along with the memories which happen all too quickly…
How did this happen? I know, I studied biology and health classes, but these tiny, almost translucent fingers…how could this remarkable little person possibly be here with us? And then every next time we see her, she’s bigger, and she’s discovered her hands and is responding to music! Is she smiling? Oh, no, that’s not mustard!!! All this before she gets her first shots…ouch!
So what has the new grandmother, “Mimi”, been doing? Visiting and calling/texting. A lot. I hope I’m not a pest. I enjoy looking at “Papa” holding the baby, and remembering him with our own babies. Watching Sarah and Brian becoming great parents is a lot of fun, and they’re doing a great job, even when it’s hard. (The N.I.C.U. was hard!) I’ve enjoyed watching daughter Lucy becoming Auntie Extraordinaire!
I’ve been sewing a lot, and shopping a lot. I made Sarah a Maternity Dress back in the Winter, and now I’m refashioning it into a regular dress. I made pj’s for Sarah and matching baby pants that will fit baby in a few months. Baby got a red polka dot dress with appliqued dots on the pants, using antique (29 cents for 9!) buttons from my mom’s stash. I look for cute remnants (that’s tiny bits of fabric at reduced prices) at fabric stores and look at children’s clothing, books and toys, trying not to buy too much, but wanting to buy it all and SPOIL HER ROTTEN!
But truly, I don’t. I want her to grow up kind, smart, gracious to all, good and helpful. I want her to love God and love others. I want her to have fun and have lots of friends, to have a good dog and to be a good person. I want her to feel so loved that she will love others. I believe that love, right now, is a true measure of success.
We wish many blessings for this darling baby. But don’t worry, Mama and Daddy, I really, really DO want to babysit!
“Let the little children come to me…for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not turn from it. Proverbs 22:6