This story was written seven years ago upon the birth of my Grandson, Sam.
Sam. Sam is on my mind. Sam is my new Grandbaby and he is the absolute sweetest, most pure piece of God that I have ever seen.
I always doubted myself as a mother…wondering what, if anything, I was doing right and exactly how many things was I doing wrong? (the list continues) But, now that I’m a Grandmother, I want the list to stop.
This is my opportunity to just “love”. I don’t want to keep score, or make second guesses or lay awake at night in fear of doing “it” wrong. I want this opportunity to let my daughter be herself and be the mother she was meant to be. I want this chance to just love them…as they are, without criticisms, doubts or worry. I only want acceptance, delight, gratitude, hugs, cookies and sweet dreams.
Do I know that life is always unpredictable? Yes. Should I be prepared for ups and downs and times that are so hard, that you think your heart will break? Absolutely. But, now I have Sam. I know him. I have smelled his sweet baby smell and breathed it in like a life-preserver. I already love him and I look forward to our journey together. Nannie and Sam.
Happy Birthday dear Sam! The time passes too quickly…