Grandparents: The Best Gift of ALL

The snowflakes were falling, one-by-one; no two alike in their intricate shapes and sizes.  Large, billowy soft, and no doubt slippery beneath the feet, they rapidly accumulated everywhere.  Gazing out the window of our fireplace warmed living-room, we shared in a mutual sympathy for the slow moving travelers as each one continued to ever so cautiously trudge forth amid the end-of-day traffic.  The growing darkness served to intensify their already treacherous journeys.

Grandma and grandpa had arrived at our home earlier that day to once again share in the children’s excitement over the decorating of the Christmas tree.  That process had always been a very special family one.  We had nearly completed the adorning of our majestically tall tree when our attention had been diverted by the lovely, whiteness of the new fallen snow outside; a snowfall that had arrived as if just in time to enhance our Christmas spirit.

Christmas TreeWe turned our attention back to the tree and placed the large, shiny silver star atop.  As we turned on the lights and  stood back marveling at the beauty before us, the “oohs” and “aahs” of the children could be heard.  Sharing in their Christmas joy, we grown-ups exchanged glances that conveyed the joy and gratitude from deep within our hearts at being blest, once again, with sharing this heartwarming occasion.

Suddenly, amidst the silence, a tiny voice could be heard singing a familiar tune.  There sat our five year old daughter, huddled close to the tree, singing “Silent Night”.  Inspired by her Christmas spirit, we all joined-in and sang along.  It seemed as though Grandma and Grandpa especially enjoyed the nostalgia of sharing the familiar carols of their many Christmas’ in years gone-by.   Singing the carols together had become a treasured family tradition.  As I sang along, my thoughts were carried back to the many years past when we’d sung those same, beautiful Christmas Carols on Christmas Eve.

Voices tiring at last, the children asked Grandpa to again recite Charles Dickens, “A Christmas Carol” for them.  Smiling, he gathered both children in his outstretched arms and beside him in the overstuffed chair they now shared.  This year, I, too, sat down to listen.  I soon found myself totally captived by his uniquely appealing story-telling voice.  My gaze became fixed upon that very special man.  The silver-greying of his hair, seemed somehow more apparent than ever before as the aged ring of his voice carried a noticeable, weary tone that hadn’t seemed to penetrate my consciousness before.  Had I just never taken the time before to listen and to observe him so closely?  Could it have been the deep surge of sentiment filling my heart as the children and I were so visibly captivated by his every word?

I wondered silently as my gaze became focused upon Grandma who sat across the room, deeply engrossed in her crocheting.  She was completely unaware of my gaze having become fixed upon her hands.  Those tender, loving hands that had grown wrinkled with age and the countless years of hard work she’d toiled away at in order to bless our family with the home we all, now shared.  I noticed her tired hands endeavoring to use that familiar old crotchet hook as adeptly as she once had.  Those lovely hands that, despite the wear and tear of the years, still managed to crotchet some of the most magnificent creations I’d ever seen.  I watched silently as my heart overflowed with love for her.

Filled with a warm, deep sense of gratitude, I became fully aware of the privilege of that evening together – the privilege of having them there with us.  For once again, they were filling their irreplaceable role in that very priceless, family moment.  Realizing the endless amounts of love they have bestowed upon two generations of children at this time each year brought a tear of joy to my eye; and I was reminded of how their presence there with us, was, truly, the best gift of all.

(Copyright 2014 by JC Fredlund) Copyright 1974 – 2014 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and the link to http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog is included with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

“Abby Lee”

Grama Jeanie holding AbbyA tiny baby with beautiful eyes
Sent from heaven, out of the skies
Waited to greet me as you slumbered away
In your hospital room, I longed to stay.
Tiny fingers and tinier toes
Dark, pretty hair and a sweet button nose
When you let out a cry
it was a loud, strong sound
clearly not worried about the people around.
When the nurse took you from us
To irrigate your nose
Above all sounds in the building
Your healthy cries rose!
Tiny, but strong, your small arms flailed,
Little legs began kicking
The surprised nurse paled.
Aha! Thought I, to myself
This child will be no one to be left on a shelf!
She’s a robust spirit
Who is full of life
With a will made of iron
She’ll wage a determined life!
A force to be reckoned with
This infant will be
Yet the loveliest branch
On our family tree.
My heart overflowed with anticipation
At the wonderment of meeting
This tiny creation!
For, prior to this,
I’d touched you just once . . .
For before you were born,
Your mama, you see,
Was quite incredibly good to me.
Inside her tummy you’d stuck your bottom out
Your mama let me touch you . . .
So excited was I, that I nearly had to shout!
When suddenly I was aware
That my arms began to ache
With longing to hold you . . .
I could hardly wait!
Now little sweetheart, you’re finally here
How I treasure the moments
I can hold you near.
You’ve your daddy’s smile and dimpled chin . . .
Oftentimes when you giggle,
You wrinkle your nose
Just like HE did.
For truly, sweet angel,
You’re our gift from heaven above
God’s way of telling us
How very much we’re loved.

(Copyright 2014 by JC Fredlund) Copyright 2008 – 2014 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and the link to http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog is included with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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ON BECOMING A GRA’MA . . .

Saturday, January 26, 2008 

Current mood:  grateful

.. . . . it is with deepest fondness and warmth that I recall the first moment I saw my own two babies for the very first time and my heart STILL skips a beat with excitement after all these years. ..

What I never anticipated were the intense feelings of joy and elation I would experience upon first laying eyes upon my two grandchildren. Truly one of the most awesome experiences of my life. .. During my daughter’s pregnancies, I clearly recall wondering just how I would feel once those two little munchkins would enter the world. (Brave little souls.) I can even recall asking myself the question, “Oh my gosh, what if I don’t feel LOVE for them?” ..

Then, the day came when my infant granddaughter entered the world. In retrospect, I have to chuckle to myself as I recall, “Noisy little thing she was!” .. ha ha As I walked toward my daughter’s hospital room I could hear this little baby crying. Suddenly, it was as though everything began to move in slow motion as I entered the room where mother, father and child were. Here, before me, lying helplessly on this small table with nurses wiping, adding ointment to her skin and eyes, poking and prodding her, was this beautiful, tiny, baby girl. I will never forget how those beautiful blue eyes immediately locked with mine as I began speaking in soothing voicetones to her trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright. Needless to say, the nurse had to ask me to stop soothing her “because she NEEDS to cry to clear out her lungs!” Heartless woman, I thought silently to myself. I kept talking to her and those incredibly gorgeous eyes followed my every move. It was love at first sight. Every bit as powerful as any love I’d felt for my own two at their births.

Then, two years later, was to be the birth of my grandson. This child wasted no time joining us in the delivery room! .. And, oh my gosh! He looked like he was already three months old!! Holy cow! THIS was a TEN POUND little guy!! .. MY babies had been SMALL by comparison!!! Yes, he too, was a noisy little being. I could hardly wait to hold him. Did I know that I was going to instantly fall in love with him?? Most definitely. Never have I seen a happier baby. He was to be my little roly-poly love. To this day (six years later, I think he’s still a bit of a gra’ma’s boy!)

My life immediately took on an entire ‘nother dimension when these two precious little gifts entered my life. I experienced a whole new kind of joy I’d really never known before and it was wildly yet most contentedly delicious. These beautiful babies never cease to amaze me . . . my granddaughter, a bit like I was when I was a young girl and my grandson, identical to his father in appearance and with a temperment so very reminiscent of his mother’s when she was little.

I recall cuddling the two of them just the other day (the way that I’ve always done) as we watched Spiderman Three for the 4th time and saying to them, “Whatever am I going to do when you two are all grown up? I won’t be able to cuddle you like this anymore!” In unison, they responded lovingly, “Gra’ma, no matter how big we get, we’re ALWAYS going to want to cuddle with YOU!” One more time that these two little miraculous beings brought a tear of joy to my eye. Would I love them? Oh yes. With all my heart and all my soul. I thank God for them both every single day.

Just when I thought I’d been as blest as any woman could possibly be . . . surprise of surprises . . . I’m nearly bubbling over with joy and excitement . . . I was just informed that I have a THIRD grandchild on his or her brave little way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Copyright 2014 by JC Fredlund) Copyright 1974 – 2014 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and the link to http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog is included with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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ON BECOMING A GRANDMOTHER AGAIN


Is there anything as beautiful as a newborn baby? Not that I’ve ever seen! Two days ago I received an unexpected telephone call notifying me that I’m a Gra’ma again!! Because this tiny little tike is one month early, it was hardly a phone call I’d anticipated!

Needless to say, my daughter and I immediately rushed over to pick-up Granny Pacer and off on a 70 mile jaunt we scurried! Could we get there fast enough? Undeniably, NO!!!!

We arrived at the hospital and knocked on Christy’s hospital room door, entered the room, and there before us sat Christy in bed, and ThatOne on a small sofa holding a tiny, swaddled bundle. He pulled back the receiving blanket enough so that we were able to see “Abby’s” tiny, lovely Angel Face.

This precious infant had been born only nine hours before our arrival there to greet her! And greet her, we did. Granny Pacer, Shan and I all got to hold and cuddle her. This lucky little angel has a wonderful big sister who is already protective of her (when the nurse took Abby out of the room for a few minutes, her big sister was quick to ask, “Where did she take her?!”)

Precious little Abby weighed 5 lbs. 2 oz. at birth and was 18 inches long. She has gorgeous dark brown hair just like her mommy and daddy and her cousin Maddy!

No doubt about it . . . this tiny little angel is already very loved and treasured and I’m just dying to spend lots and lots of time getting to know her!

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