It’s Ugly

Two days ago was a little too much for this Nonnie. We’ve had the grand baby for a few months now and has upended our lives. Not in a bad way nor a good way – we know God’s Will will prevail, and at this time in our lives, this is where we are. It’s been seven years, since I’ve had the luxury of dealing with a little toddler. So having little pitter-patters around the home is taking a minute to get used to. Grand-baby is not as structured and secure as my children at this age, so I have to remind myself, it's different. When my babies were this age, I could give them instruction and off they go, good perfect little soldiers! Right away obedience was always stressed with my children simply because one day I will have to depend on them for something important and what ever the instruction, it must been done ASAP. Example: the time #8 kid almost cut his finger off and ran in the house with blood everywhere - I yelled for #1 to get emergency kit, STAT! ....and he did! Most, if not all of the time, a good stern look during training will do the trick to make sure they are on the right path, doing as they were told.

Grand baby is a different beast! He is not so easy. I have taken into account that he misses his parents and have had a tumultuous, unstable start to his little life, but - we need to get it together here. So, when afternoon nap arrived, he was NOT having it. It was an event and I was stressed beyond measure! It’s been years since my blood pressure was that high! Got him down and I escaped. Maybe I’ve been too used to my leisure lifestyle since my youngest is now quite independent.

So this brings us to the next morning. As I was getting my things from the closet to get ready for the day, I grabbed something pink from my drawer, not knowing what it was, folded up. The moment I touched it in the drawer, I knew what it was. I carefully opened and flayed out the little delicate pair of bloomers our littlest Shipp had worn as a baby. I left the closet, this is presently Dh's home office, and carefully shut the door. It's quickly turned to a very ugly cry.

One would think after a mother has had 13 children - you would "have enough". Yeah, that's not the case. At age 53 and in the beginning of a new phase of adulthood, grand babies are the only baby diapers that I'll be blessed to change from here on out. Dear God, I Ioved those babies and so grateful to be chosen to be their mother.

"3 Behold the inheritance of the Lord are children: the reward, the fruit of the womb.  4 As arrows in the hand of the mighty, so the children of them that have been shaken.  5 Blessed is the man that hath filled the desire with them; he shall not be confounded when he shall speak to his enemies in the gate." Ps 126:3-5 DRV