People always say God only gives you what you can handle—and I guess he figures I can handle boys because he keeps sendin’ them my way. My grandson Jack, who’s now five, was the first apple of my eye. That child has every bit of his Daddy’s sense of humor and dimples. He’s truly amazing. And as much as I want to try and stop him from growing up, I just love seeing the little man he’s turning into. Then this past June his brother, Matthew, came into our world. He’s the best baby you’ve ever laid eyes on. He never even fusses unless he runs out of food before he’s ready. If he’s not smiling, he’s sleeping. And following close on Matthew’s little heels was his cousin Henry Reed, my stepdaughter’s son, whom I had the honor and privilege of seeing take his very first breath. And let me tell y’all, that’s a special thing.
I loved my own Grandparents with all my heart. I learned important lessons from them about how to treat people, how to cook and how to work. They didn’t have to lecture or fuss at me; they showered us kids with love and left the parenting to Momma and Daddy. That’s the beauty of being a grandparent—the hard work belongs to someone else. I guess I never really understood the depth of my grandparents’ love for Bubba and me until I became a grandmother myself. I just don’t think you can until you experience it for yourself. It’s unlike any other relationship. My grandchildren came into my world lookin’ to me for all the good things in life, like love, acceptance and joy. And I’m more than happy to give it, and so much more.
Becoming a grandparent changed everything for me. It even changed my relationship with my own children. Suddenly they understood how hard I worked to give them the world and how much I suffered, willingly, for their happiness. I smiled with my whole heart the first time Jamie said, “I didn’t know parenting could be so hard.” I knew then and there that he was doing something right, because if it’s easy, you’re probably doing something wrong.
Y’all, I realize that my growing family means I’m getting on in years, and that’s not something a woman likes to be reminded of. But I’m more proud than anything. I look at my grandsons, all happy and healthy, and I think to myself, “I did this. I’m responsible for this.” Sure, I can’t take all the credit, but I am a big part of these boys’ lives. One day they’ll grow up to have families of their own. God willing, I’ll be around to see it, but if I’m not, I’ll take comfort in knowing that I played a hand in this miracle.
I’ll always treasure this picture of Michael and me with our grandsons. It was truly a blessing because we so rarely get to be with all of them at the same time. It was just so overwhelming for Michael and me to look at these boys and see our own children and even some of ourselves in them. It was almost too much to even wrap my head around, but I suppose most miracles are.
i was wondering if you could share the recipe for the chiken/grape salad-the one that is pictured on the croissant above?
Sandra Neuheimer-Huller in Chicken Salad: A Southern Staple on April 19, 2014 at 10:37 am
Where do I buy these magazines
in A Basketful of Traditions on April 19, 2014 at 8:22 am
I WISH I COULD COOK.
COULD I COME WORK FOR JUST ROOM AND BOARD AT YOUR NEW RESTURAUNT IN PIGEON FORGE FOR THE SUMMER?
I WENT TO COLLEGE NOT FAR FROM THERE - HIWASSEE COLLEGE.
YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO PAY ME, I WOULD WORK FOR FREE JUST FOR THE EXPERIENCE.
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HAPPY EASTER! CHRIST IS RISEN!
TAMMY L LEVAN in A Basketful of Traditions on April 19, 2014 at 4:31 am
You have some great tips. Can't wait to read your other blogs! Please give Aunt Peggy a big hug from me and here is one for you! (((HUGS))) See you in May!
Jaci Pardun in 10 Quick Household Tips on April 18, 2014 at 11:05 pm
Paula, I am glad to know that I am not the only person who makes Easter Baskets for their adult children and mail them across the United States. My Daughter lives in Long Beach, CA and I not only sent her a basket but her husband and my granddaughter Reese. We also buy special Russel Stover Bunnies for each child too. My husband has the list in his phone... Sara .. Cookies 'n Crème.... Sidney and Stephen.. Peanut Butter Etc. It one of my favorite things to do for my kids.. no matter how old they get. And passing it along to my Grandchildren. It's even more special to me knowing we share a family tradition.
Blessings and Happy Easter!!
Sharon Cason-Card in A Basketful of Traditions on April 18, 2014 at 11:03 pm