In my last post I made reference to being a grandmother someday, having no idea that someday is only months away. A few hours after posting, I got a call from Bailey with the news.
Things haven't often turned out the way I had wished for the girls. But that was my agenda. I think most parents dream of an order to things, of happy events and thoroughly planned milestones in their kids' lives, so I don't think it makes me too judgmental or snobbish to have hoped for life to turn out differently so far. But babies become kids and kids become young adults with their own agenda and own lives, and you just have to trust that everything works out. Not the way you want, but in a way that ultimately makes them happy, healthy, independent, and wiser from their own experiences. I'm well aware that my own choices and decisions are a big factor in how their lives have played out, and that doesn't lend itself to peaceful nights of sleep. Again, there goes my agenda creeping in.
So I guess it would be wise to ask for prayers or positive thoughts for Bailey and the challenges she may encounter as she figures things out. But she seems pretty happy about this, and we'll all be super happy come October when we have a new family member. A very tiny, peach fuzzy, baby lotion scented, cuddly wuddly new member.