I am 59 and my husband is 60. The youngest of our 6 grandchildren, Holden was born when we were 55 &; 56 respectively, and we became his full guardians 2 years ago in February. To say this has been a wild and crazy ride for the three of us is an understatement. Holden is funny and articulate for a three year old, expressing his feelings and opinions freely and most often publicly in his best "outside" voice. His timing and delivery rival even the best of comedians. Since joining Face Book in December, I have noted his most spontaneous, and wholly insightful remarks, but have withheld much of the background and struggles that accompany the laughter. By blogging, I will not only share the absolute joy I find in this little man, but also some of the difficulties in raising a small child at a time when we thought we would be free to be just us after nearly 40 years of marriage and having raised three children to adulthood. Sometimes I may just post a couple of Holden's remarks, sometimes I will probably talk about how he came to be with us , where we were, where we are, and where do we go from here. Past, present and future. What ever you do, don't "wait" until you retire to do the things you want to do. "Retirement may never come, at least not how you envisioned it.
The original title for this blog came from a statement he made the other day while standing outside on the steps. GRANDMA,GRANDMA, WHY DID GOD MAKE ME CALL YOU GRANDMA? I don't, know Holden, what do you want to call me? I THINK I WILL JUST CALL YOU MOMMA. Just about then I thought my heart would explode, I told him he could call me anything he wanted to call me. He thought for a minute and then announced.....O.K. THEN I THINK I WILL CALL YOU POOPY PANTS. Tender moments do not last long.
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