June 24, 2013
I Love Being a Grandma
It is almost indescribable as to the love I have for my grandson, Ryan. If I don't get to see him, I go through withdrawal and tell people that I need my "Ryan time." Yesterday my son and wife asked me if I could watch him as they were going out of town for the afternoon. They didn't have to ask me twice. Ryan was with me for about 8 hours in which I fed him, diapered him, rocked him to sleep and played with him on the floor. I love to see how he can roll on his side, smile at me and interact. He will be four months old this week.
He was born when I was in the midst of being treated for depression. On the very day he was born I had asked God to give me a small miracle of hope that day. I didn't know that at that very time he was being born. Ryan was the best medicine for bringing me out of my depression. I can hardly wait for the day when he actually calls me grandma.
There is nothing like this time in my life. I love it.