What I’ve Learned: 19 Months Later

19 months ago our lives changed when Sweet E entered the world on a stormy February day.  Fat Tuesday lived up to the celebration that year and it’s been a lesson in grandparenty love ever since.

I’ve kept tabs on what I’ve learned HERE, HERE, and HERE, but each new day is a surprisingly delightful experience, a humbling lesson in how one’s heart grows to proportions beforehand unknown and frankly, unbelieved.

As a mom to an only, I wondered how I’d be able to love another child as much as I had loved Boy.  Throughout Girl’s pregnancy the thought that I might not have enough in my love well to draw from proved to be one of my most ridiculous worries to date (and as a mom, I think you know how many ridiculous worries there can be as you raise your kiddos).  When you love, that love expands from an unending source of new love.  The more you draw from the well of love, the more there is to draw.

I shouldn’t have worried; there was more love than I imagined.  Matter of fact it was an embarrassment of love riches.  So. Much. Love.

Today, Sweet E is as loved as any grandchild that ever walked, or ran, or wrestled or climbed…

He’s gone from this sweet sleeping babay:

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To this sweet wide awake toddler:

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Be still my overflowing heart.

It’s been 19 months, but I’ve lived a whole other life in that time and my granny education continues.

I’ve learned that boys are still boys, no matter the generation.

I’ve learned that I can still carry on a conversation when one of us is talking gibberish.

I’ve learned that my son can still surprise me with the tenderness of a father’s heart to his son.

I’ve learned that the carefree young lady Boy married has become a fierce warrior momma, not to be trifled with when it comes to her son.

I’ve learned that if Boy and Girl ever move farther away than Dallas, that I might have to sneak in one night and abscond with my grandson.  DON’T TAKE DAT SWEET BOY AWAY FROM ME!

I’ve learned that “Choochie” is going to be a difficult grandmama name to pronounce…correctly.

I’ve learned I like the name “Cookie” better.

I’ve learned that I will laugh every time when someone mistakenly says “coochie” instead of Choochie.  (Dear Father God, don’t let this be a thing, but if it is, please help me keep the delighted snorts and loud guffaws to a minimum.)

I’ve learned that Garry, aka G-Daddy, will agree to anything if I preface my request with, “It’s for Sweet E….”

I’ve learned that Sweet E’s great grandparents are as sappy as we are when it comes to that child.

I’ve learned I will do anything to make Sweet E laugh.

I’ve learned I couldn’t love him more even if he was mine.

I come from a very small family.  We didn’t have cousins to grow up with, no aunties or uncles, nor grandparents that lived close.  More and more I’m realizing how much we missed growing up, and now, as a grownup, I can’t imagine missing any of Sweet E’s moments.

Which brings me to the biggest thing I’ve learned: I want to experience it all as he grows into this world.

While we don’t know how life will play out, maybe he’ll always live close, maybe not, I’ll always be here, with my love splashing all over the place, waiting until I can see him again, waiting on the next lesson of love.

I’m a lucky gal, y’all.

 

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Comments

  1. Awwwww! I’m all misty now. 🙂

  2. He’s Seriously ADORABLE!!

  3. Oh the love we have in our hearts is never ending, well it is for this mummy and nanna I love all my girls and all my grandchildren the same amount.

  4. He sure is a cutie. And, he’s as lucky to have you as you are to have him. 🙂

  5. Awww, this is so sweet! And I certainly concur with every word. I have found that the experience has bonded me with every happy-to-be-a-grandmother I’ve met. We smile at each other knowingly and exchange compliments. We both know that no matter whatever niceties are said between us that we will part thinking only our own are REALLY the cutest and best – and that’s okay!
    Such a different world from the cat fighting “my-kid-walked-before-yours-did-what’s-wrong-with-her?” world of mommies!

    • You know, I never thought about the differences between mommy wars and granny peaceniks, but you are so right. I love this part of the journey. It’s so calm and happy. I guess that comes from knowing that it really isn’t a competition since mine is best. 😉

  6. What a beautiful post. I have a little guy who just turned 15 months, and I totally feel what you have so eloquently stated.

  7. Such sweet words about a very handsome young man. 🙂 I loved what you said at the end…about not growing up near family. My husband and I don’t live near family now, but we long to move close to family so our sweet boy can grow up near cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. What you said just reassured me that we are not crazy for wanting to give up a great life where we are to pursue a life near family. Hopefully one day soon God will open the door for us to move, but for now we’re just trusting in His timing of it all!

  8. You are very lucky yes!!!!!!
    He is adorable!

    I am here from Crafts a la mode Party!

    Cheers from Greece!

  9. Oh my! I couldn’t have said it better! My sweet Mister will be 18 months next week. He got his first big boy haircut yesterday. What a handsome grandson you have! And all I can say, is you can never get enough of that sweetness!

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