Today’s
your mom’s “predicted” due date . . . at least as close as a doctor can
guesstimate . . . when they discovered she was pregnant with you. I haven’t
heard from her today, but I will accompany her to her appointment this
afternoon . . . so we’ll see. If you choose not to make an appearance by
midnight tomorrow (Thursday), then she’ll get checked into the hospital at
midnight that evening . . . to try and encourage you to show up!
I
can’t get over the fact that you’re almost here!! And I most certainly can’t
begin to describe the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on for the past few
months. The physical part aside, since it’s your mom that’s pregnant and not me
. . . which goes without question so I’m not even sure why I wrote that . . .
I’ve never experienced these emotions. Many people, over the years, that I’ve
known who’ve moved from parenthood into grandparenthood all say the same thing:
the feeling are so different when you become a grandparent!
I’m
a little frightened for your mom . . . not that I think she’s in any danger . .
. but I’ve known a lot of women who’ve been through childbirth . . . and I know
the risks involved. They really don’t tell you these things when you’re in the
process of becoming a parent . . . not that you would believe them anyway. I’m
also very excited about actually holding you for the first time!! Over the last
couple of weeks . . . after hearing your heartbeat for the first time . . . the
tears just sit on the edges of my eyelids . . . escaping at unexpected moments
. . . like when someone at works asks about you or your mom. Your mom will tell
you I’m not much of a crybaby. I think you’re going to make me cry a lot . . .
but not necessarily from sadness . . . it will be from overwhelming joy . . .
and the greater realization that I am indeed mortal.
Funny
. . . that word mortal. The dictionary definition says this: of a living human
being, often in contrast to a divine being subject to death; having a transitory
life; belonging to this world
I’ve
never really thought about death . . .
At
the age of 21 my father told me that life would seem to speed up, but my first
thought was he had no clue what he was talking about! After all, my WHOLE life
was ahead of me. I did some stupid . . . crazy . . . adventurous things during
those years . . . never once thought about the fact that at some point I’d be
old. The road ahead stretched out before me, and I often ran through it . . .
not paying attention to anything around me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed
the heck out of those young years!! When I reached my 30’s, I stepped into
motherhood, and that changed my entire outlook on E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I drove
slower . . . I smelled every flower (actually I was forced to do that because
your mom would pick up EVERY flower) . . . I did my best to enjoy both of my
girls (wait . . . what?!? not every single minute with a toddler is fun?!).
Then I hit my 40’s . . . we won’t even go into those years . . . just know that
I earned every gray hair your mom and her sister gave me . . . gray hair
you’ll, one day, give to your parents. But I’ve stumbled into my 50’s . . .
into being a grandmother . . . A GRANDMOTHER! This is new territory, but it has
made me realize that life has thrown me into one of the greatest adventures of
all . . . you . . . we will learn to seize the day . . .
Yes,
I’ve realized that I am truly mortal . . . but I pray that I have many years
with you . . . years filled with new exploits and experiences!
Matthew
6:34 Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious
for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
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