The above picture resides in a
pretty frame on my bedside table, a scene that makes me smile whenever I look
at it. The people in the
photograph, a tall man and a precious little girl dressed in Colonial dress,
are walking away from the photographer as if in a world of their own.
The man is the grandfather, the
little girl his soul-mate granddaughter, and the photographer is the
grandmother… that being me. The
occasion was our trip to Colonial Williamsburg last September, where we met our
daughter and her family for the loveliest week together.
As I gaze at the image above, I am
reminded of all the events of that week as we traveled from the Midwest to
Virginia to spend time with those whom we love most on this planet… our
daughter, son-in-law, and our five grandchildren. They had driven to our destination from their home in New
Sometimes I look at the pictures of my grandchildren and wonder how in the world I ended up as a grandmother! Oh, I know the obvious… my daughter met
Mr. Right in college and married him and to that marriage came Elisabeth, and
David, and Faith (the little girl holding her grandfather’s hand), and Matthew,
But what I ponder is… where did the
time go? I remember reading Edith
Schaeffer’s books when I was a young wife and thinking how old she was and that she has grandchildren! (Although I admit to thinking that grandchildren must be the nicest of gifts from God).
Before I move on, I must not forget
to include my other blessing… our surprise boy child who was born a little over
a week before his sister’s twelfth birthday. We had been told we probably could not have more
children after our daughter was born.
Our surprise baby is graduating from college this year and getting
married in May… sigh.
When Sally and I had written back
and forth about her dream, which is resulting in this new blog, we talked about
my unique perspective. For one
thing, I am probably older than most of our moms. My writing comes from the “grandmother years”.
I also have another unique
perspective… I had one child attend public schools “Kindergarten through College”
and then homeschooled my very ADHD son (after a few turbulent years in public
schools) until he attended his senior year of high school at the community
college to obtain the advanced math and science classes required for college
What do I hope to share with you, my
new friends? I know most of you
are in the midst of the child-raising years where sometimes it is hard to “see
the forest for the trees”. When
you are exhausted from sleepless nights and hyperactive five year olds and
whiney little girls and dentist bills and wayward teenagers and impossible
budgets and feeling like there is never enough of you for all that life
demands… there will come a day when you will reap the rewards.
When in conversation with my
children and grandchildren, what I see and hear and feel and touch is the
results of those years. There is a
common vocabulary of books read (for we are a bookish family), movies watched,
music listened to as we drove on the highways and byways, meals prepared, numerous
talks through the years, gentle discipline, tears, laughter, and mostly letting
them know why a life serving Jesus is the best life of all.
I want to assure those in the
trenches of real life Motherhood that indeed it is possible that a day will
come when “your children will rise up and call you blessed”… and give you
chocolate. I am now enjoying the
years when my children are my best of friends.
I must also admit, my friend, that I am one of those grandmothers who love to stop young mothers in the
grocery store and admire the precious children. An older mother who will look at you with a wistful glance
and encourage you to hold fast to each day they are at home for they grow up
ever so fast… and before you know it, you are living the grandmother years.