Wednesday, January 25, 2012

In the Waiting Room

Grandma. One of my favorite names, especially when it pertains to me. I didn't know it would be such a special name until my first grandchild was born. Maybe not until that child was placed in my arms for the first time. Grandma. Hm.

Gabby came after Sydney. Despite the fact that I was already a grandma, I found that holding this child opened even another part of me, of my heart, that I didn't know existed. For the last almost thirteen years, I have grown to like my name even more.

Babies. They wrap a small hand around a finger. Perfect little fingernails. We sniff their heads recognizing our own. We introduce ourselves and begin a journey together.

Twins. Twin babies will join our family this summer. A new experience for this one called Grammy. A baby for each arm. A baby for each grandma. A baby for each of my granddaughters. Two at once.

I don't know how I feel. I won't know until they are each placed in my arms. I will not know until I sniff their tender heads and kiss their tiny fingers. I await with the same anticipation I had with each of the girls. This grandma thing is not old hat. It is new each time. I sit in the nine month waiting room wondering about the two babies preparing to join our family.

Grandma. Could their be a finer name? I think not.....unless maybe it is Grandpa.


  1. Congrats, Pam. This is truly exciting,

    1. Thanks, John. It is a new journey for all of us. I hope all is well with you and your family.

  2. Yes, Grandma and Grandpa are the best names ever! How exciting for you! How scary for the Mom! Twins!

  3. I never wished for twins. One baby at a time was hard enough! But twin grandchildren. . . that's a different story! Congratulations.

  4. Thank you for your comments. I'm still trying to get my mind around it!