Today is my Savannah’s 25th birthday. I have always thought it was so special that the birth of my first baby always coincides with Mother’s Day. And that beautiful baby girl I held in my arms 25 years ago will soon hold her very own little girl in just a few short months.
Becoming a mother has been not only a beautifully messy journey for me, it has also been one of the most supernatural experiences I have ever had. The almost instantaneous mother’s intuition, the fierce Mama Bear instincts, and feelings of love so big I feared my heart might literally burst — these are things you don’t learn from a book or train for. Somehow, God simply gives you what you need in those moments.
And honestly? The same thing happened when I learned I was going to become a Grandma.
I had heard people talk about how wonderful this season of life is, but I wasn’t prepared for the immediate flood of emotion that came with it. Even though Baby Roo (Grandma’s nickname for her) isn’t here yet, I already find myself emotional in the smallest moments. Listening to Savannah talk about her changing body or her plans for the nursery can bring tears to my eyes in seconds. And the thought of watching my daughter hold her baby girl for the very first time? Forget it. The flood gates swing wide open every single time.
This Grandma Era is something special… and it’s only just begun.
It’s also a bit ridiculous, if I am being honest. Literally every snuggly stuffed animal, every cute pair of tiny shoes, every tiny tutu, hat or pink anything…feels absolutely essential. I genuinely tried to justify why a little gift would NEED an electric Taco Truck while shopping at Sam’s Club last week…I did refrain from buying it, but I would like some recognition for the restraint shown because honestly the situation could still change…
Ya ya…I know Grandparents have a reputation for ‘spoiling’ their grandkids, but I would like to change that narrative a bit. We aren’t calling it spoiling because that implies that something is going bad – we are now calling it being well loved!
The past 25 years has been a series of holding on and letting go…holding on and letting go. Wash, rinse, and repeat. And it takes your heart and your emotions on a literal rollercoaster ride. I can’t wait to walk with my daughter through every season and watch her Motherhood story unfold.
I may not have a lot of confidence in my self-restraint in this new season of Motherhood, but I do know without question that this next stage of Grandmotherhood is going to be so much fun! Stay tuned…
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to a man about a Taco Truck.
P.S. — While I love my “Chappy” (employee of the month, obviously), he doesn’t actually write my blog posts. They always come straight from my heart.
