Tuesday March 15, 2011

This is the first time I have thought about blogging. But what do I blog about? My mother, who passed when I was very young, always talked about keeping a journal. Here we are in the present and these journals have turned into blogs for everyone to read and comment on. (If we so choose)

I am a new grandma (Nana) and don’t know exactly how to explain this new found love I have for my granddaughter. Different from when my own children were born but the same. I also did not imagine being a Nana at only 43, but I do love it. How fun will it be to be there with her growing up and still be this young? Each morning I receive a good morning picture text. I look forward to that text every day. Watching Emma change right before my eyes as she grows so fast. She is almost two weeks old and changes every day.

My daughter, Shandee, has been given this new gift and I am amazed at how our baby, Emma, is so very much like her mother when she was born. I was blessed with the easiest baby as my first and oldest child. She was very happy and content from the moment she was born. What a joy to be able to relive this experience through my beautiful adult daughter.

On another note, my baby boy is starting college this fall. I am so proud of him for being accepted in the University of the Pacific bio-chemistry program.  He has such determination with the extreme goals he has set for himself. He is the most like me and sometimes I worry about him burning himself out. I am excited for him and can’t wait to see what he grows up to be? Him being able to live at home is helping me deal with my last growing up. 

Over a year ago my now 19yo daughter was going through a pretty tough time. The only way I could deal with her was to issue some tough love and send her two states away to live with her dad. This has worked and not worked. She started school, had and lost three jobs, been arrested for paraphernalia, and pretty much drove her father and step-mother crazy. In the last several months, she has finally pulled her head out of her ass and really worked hard to be able to come home again. She wants to live by our rules and continue school at home. I even have had the pleasure of her telling me, already, thank you for the way I raised her, for being a strict mother, even for my anal crazy way of cleaning the house. I can’t wait for her to be home!