I am the very proud grandmother of Collin, Ashley and Brendan. I love them and miss them very much. When I was recently home for Thanksgiving I spent as much time with them as I could.However there is a special bond between Collin, my oldest, and me. He is our firstborn grandchild and the first boy in born to our, (Mikes and mine), small family. Collin turns 8 this Friday, 12/5. Happy Birthday!
When Collin was born Mike was recovering from pretty significant knee surgery. He was not to bear weight on his leg, nevertheless when we got the call in the pre dawn hours of a cold December morning he drove us to the hospital to witness the birth of our first grandchild. My daughter however was in a hurry and gave birth to him just prior to our arrival.
He was perfect, beautiful in every way. My daughter handed him to me and her nurse asked if I wanted to give him his first bath. What an honor. From that moment he has had me wrapped around his finger.
As I said he is now 8 years old and nearly as tall as his very petite mother but he is not too old or big to sit and snuggle with me. So it was with very heavy heart and sadness that I had to say goodbye to my grandkids when the Thanksgiving trip home was over and I had to leave to return to Ohio. Brendan, the baby was very concerned that I button my coat before leaving the house. Ashley, my very precocious granddaughter was telling me her mother was going to buy her a special phone so that she could see me where ever she is. Then I went to hug and kiss my Collin goodbye. I started to cry as it is really hard not to see them as often as I used to. He too started to cry although he did not want me to know this and he turned his head away. We stood like that for several minutes and then I had to remind him that he was standing outside without his coat or shoes. Even then he did not want to let me go.
When I finally convinced him to go inside I was crying pretty hard. I cried most of the night and the next day as I left VT. In fact I am teary as I write this now.
So until the next time I get to hug each of them I will have this broken heart, one that will only be mended by a hug and kiss from those special little people, my grandchildren.
3 comments:
ALthough I don't have kids, or grandchildren for that matter... I definitley know what it feels like to leave, not knowing when you'll see someone again. It was so hard to come to Germany leaving my family, and very close friends behind. And until I see them again, I too have a broken heart, always.
I think about you often and miss you like crazy! Take care of yourself... and you'll be home soon.
Love & miss you!
Shelly, I think about you all the time as well. You are like my own daughter.
Well, here I am just catching up on my reading and finding myself in tears just reading your blog! I thank God every day that I stayed in Vermont to be with family, friends, and the snowy winter! I will be glad when you can be here having coffee and stitchin' and bitchin' again, even for short times.
Luvya, Jeni
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