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.
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in Behind the Scenes with Paula: The Making of “Paula Deen’s Easy Southern Favorites” on February 27, 2014 at 6:31 am
Hi Mrs.Deen my name is Crawford Moore a person who has been trough a lot in life. No one wants to give me a chance to show my greatness. Because I am a felon. I was raised in a life of crime and has since changed. I am afraid because I can not get a job due to my past. I have five wonderful kids that I can't support due to this. And I have no other choice but to live wrong because no one wants to help for my changes. I have gotten myself an education and all. Need help... Sincerely Crawford Moore 224 321 7466
Crawford Moore in Guests Spots and Green Rooms on February 26, 2014 at 8:41 pm
YEA! I am so pleased that you are not letting the world chose your path. Southern women to southern women, were too strong for that. See ya and many prayers, Cynthia Scoggins
Cynthia Scoggins in My Little Miracles on February 26, 2014 at 5:08 pm