I became a grandma again today for the third time. As I look at the pictures my son has sent me I am so full of love for this little person that my heart feels like it will explode. It is not something I ever expected back in the years before I had grandchildren, when my own children were little.
Don't get me wrong...I knew I'd love them when I got them. I just had no idea on the intensity of feeling that would overwhelm me when I look at the children of my children. I always thought I could never love anyone as much as I love my kids but I was wrong. When I look at the grandchildren I have been blessed with, I realize that my children have given me such a beautiful and unexpected gift.
I see my children in my grandchildren...along with bits and pieces of me, their dad, my parents, his parents...and so on...
I see the past in my grandchildren but, more importantly, I see the future. As I've watched them grow, I am amazed at how my children have grown right along with them. Is there any greater blessing?
In this haze of grandmotherly pride there is a little part of me that realizes no one is perfect but that part is silenced when I look into the faces of my grandchildren and think...
THIS is perfection.
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