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Finally, a Grandma: Embracing the Joy of My New Grandson
I am a mother who raised three amazing children with love and care. Even though I had to cope with the loss of my oldest child, I’m thankful for the time I had with him and cherish the memories.
Once my two youngest left the house to build their own lives, I felt the emptiness of having such an enormous space for myself and my husband. We contemplated downsizing, but it did not seem practical at the time or now.
One thing is for sure, though. I have had the hope of being a grandma for a long time. Don’t get me wrong. My children are not that young. They’re in their mid-30s. I’m the oldest daughter, granddaughter, and niece of my family and the only one who hit the 60s without a grandchild. All others have become grandparents in their late 40s and 50s. Yeah, I was jealous until now.
My son has finally become a dad to a handsome little boy. I cannot express how excited I felt once I knew his wife was expecting. I flew across the country to be at their side for his birth and stayed with them for a few days. My daughter-in-law was in labor for a grueling 30 hours. She’s a trooper in my eyes. My children’s births were all C-sections. But she persevered until the end to give birth to a bundle of joy. Once I set my eyes on the newborn, I was in love. But I had to return home.
