The Glorious Gooey Center

Life is a ball of snapping rubberbands with a soothing center of delicious cream-filling.  I think of it as mostly sweet goodness with the occasion surprising sting. Last week, I got more than my fill of the glorious gooey center.

Girl was returning to work and she asked me if I would consider coming for the week to ease the transition.

Would I?

~ahem~

WOULD I?!

~try not to squeal, Mrs. Tucker.  hold it together~

Sure, I’d be happy to help.

~inward twirly jiggity twirl~

The facts are these:

* It was a help for Boy and Girl.  Transitions can be a hard head slap, especially with babies.

* Sweet E is a joy with a smile that can melt gold.

* Fine.  That last one is not entirely fact.

* It was my absolute joy to #1 be asked and #2 to be able to help all my kiddos.

No matter what stage our children are in, no matter how young or old they are, mothers want to help; it’s coded in our mommy DNA.  To be asked to come and care for my baby’s baby makes me cry with joy.  No really.  I’m such a crybaby.

After a week’s worth of getting up at the crack of smack (do y’all know it’s DARK at 6am?!), jibber-jabbering with a baby all day, having dance parties (it’s never too young to dance), discussing important baby issues like clean diapers and MORE MILK!, cleaning house, getting peed on, making meals, and just generally livin’ the life (as Husband used to say), I came away with the bigger gift.  Those kiddos can thank me all they want, but I got to nuzzle a 7-week-old baby for an entire week, sing silly songs, coo (that’s right, c-o-o) and dream about what we’ll do once he’s walking and actually talking.

Bliss.

After the week came to an end, on my long drive home, I contemplated my earlier life, my younger self.  I was certain I’d never marry nor have children.  I know people say that, but I was convicted…until I met Husband and he changed everything.  Then Boy came along and suddenly everything I never expected was my life; I was over-the-moon happy.

As I juxtaposed what I thought I’d never have with what I actually have in my older life, with my older self, I am stupid-rich with love, contentment and happiness.  Had I closed myself off to the possibility that I could have a life I couldn’t envision, I would have missed this glorious gooey center.

Today, I have a daughter-in-law, for whom I have growing admiration and love as I watch her journey into mommyhood with her son and mine.  I have a son that I see through new eyes of mutual parenthood and his ever-expanding infatuation with his child, and love him more, which is saying quite a lot.  And, I have a Husband who unabashedly sings his grandson to sleep through Facetime and Skype, bringing me to tears in his absolute devotion to his family.

I have lived long enough to know that life isn’t always good.  It’s not always happy.  Sometimes joy and hope are absent.  I have lived all those times…but this is not one of them.

It is such a surprise to me that this is my life.  I would happily, and with no hesitation, give up everything I have for these people, these stunning, lovely, heart-grabbing people.

I am blessed beyond what I deserve.

I’m gonna grab this glorious gooey center and squeeze it until it explodes all over us, because soon enough I’ll feel the sting of the snapping rubberband.

But, my sweet babies, not today.

Today there is nothing but joy.

The Glorious Gooey Center

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Well said…thanks for making my morning so sweet!

  2. Excuse me, I have something in my eye….

  3. froglipz says:

    awww you misted me up with this and it is all SO TRUE.

  4. He is beautiful and am so glad you had a whole week to just inhale him! May there be many more!

  5. Love the way you write….and tickled that you’ve had all this glorious time with liitle E! Remember before he came along…..you had doubts and worries? Now you sound like a pro……. and your heart has been stolen forever!
    Joan

  6. I love the “glorious gooey center” too. Perfect description or the sweetness of being a grandparent.

  7. Your sweet story is not much different than mine, other than my sweet lil peanut lives too far away :-( Thanks goodness for Face Time!! Thank you so much for sharing this at my party this week. I am featuring your post on my Facebook page too!

  8. They are all so blessed to have you, Mrs. Tucker! I’m loving being a grandma too. Nothing better. ♥

  9. So sweet! Such a wonderful post!

  10. This is so sweet. Charly is having a baby in July. I’m so excited. Thanks so much for sharing at this weeks Wednesday’s Adorned From Above Blog Hop.
    Have a great weekend.
    Debi and Charly

  11. Stopping by from Ladies Only Blog Share. This is so sweet! When my daughters were born, I LOVED having my mom and MIL come to help. There’s a quote about grandmothers that I’ve witnessed: It is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace.

  12. I LOVE those gooey centers..those creamy middles. Good on you for this beautiful post about such a wonderful experience. I know my mom feels the same way, even though she changed my son’s diaper twice today. A trooper!
    Thanks for linking up with us at Ladies Only Blog Share. I see why this is a favorite.

  13. Crystal says:

    Beautiful post! You made me sniffle! And this time I’m sure it wasn’t the pregnancy hormones! :)

  14. Reading this made my day! I have a while yet (I hope) before I am a grandma (my oldest is 16) but honestly, I know I am going to love it! This is such an awesome post!!

    • Mrs. Tucker says:

      Thank you so much for letting me know you liked it. It always makes me cry a little when I read this one again. So much love…ugh…you can’t even imagine what’s it’s like to watch those you love, those that passed through you, love a new baby. I felt inadequate as I wrote this piece, as if words couldn’t capture the lovely rawness of it all. Thank you, so much for the comment.

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