Saturday, January 26, 2013

Conversation with the Twins

The babies laid on the play mat. I wanted so to hold both of them. At six months the job is impossible when alone. A wave of sadness washed over me. They may be six months old, but I am going to be sixty-six this year. When they are going on with their lives, I will be a very old grammy. It is evident now that the energy I had with my older granddaughters is less. I feel my age more and more.  I can fight the clock, but it will win in the end.

So as the babies laid there playing beneath their dangling toys, I told them how much I love them. I told them about Neff Road and their cousins. I told them about my dreams for them. I told them that I will try my best to keep up with them and their lives. I told them that my love for them would last for eternity, that I would always watch over them.

Tiny hands with palms as soft as silk. Little toes lined up like a string of pearls. I try to absorb each moment knowing that each will pass too quickly. I hope that somewhere in there little brains they imprint the woman I am now. I know that I have time ahead to make our relationships grow. Still these moments will be gone.

Life goes on. Those of us who are grandparents realize just how quickly it goes. Our families can't possibly know how much they mean to us. They can't possibly know that each smile, each touch, each sharing of our days is embedded in that place called heart. Truly I believe that when I am with my grandchildren, I am also with God. For my heart swells with a love that can only be given to me by a higher power.

1 comment:

  1. Count your blessings! We may be getting older, but we have these precious children to keep our minds and outlooks young.