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"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
Happy Mother's Day to all our moms and the many ladies who bless the lives of our children! To celebrate Mother's Day, I get to share this wonderful story about a little miracle baby and a mom making the transition to grandmother-hood.
First Time Grandma
By Barbara Roney
The bedside pho ne rang early in the morning. Thinking it was someone from work calling to report an illness, I was surprised to hear my oldest sons stressed filled voice. "It's me, Mom, Jeff. I'm at the hospital. Karen's water broke at 3:00 a.m. and I brought her in."
"Is Karen alright? And what about the baby?" I asked.
A short conversation proceeded from there. My heart was pounding as tears began and a prayer was quickly said as this baby was five weeks early. "Please God, be with my daughter-in-law and this much wanted and loved child. Keep them close to you. You know how much this baby means to them and to this family. Please wrap your loving arms around them both and keep them safe."
I called Karen's mother and she said she would stop by and pick me up on the way out of town. My husband called my boss to let her know I wouldn&rs quo;t be in while I was throwing clothes and miscellaneous items in a small suitcase. Hopping on one foot and then the other I slipped on pants, sweatshirt and shoes. I needed my purse, cell phone, and, of course, my phone book. Where did everything go? What was I forgetting?
My heart was racing as my thoughts turned to my son's wife who was desperately trying to keep the baby from coming for at least a few more hours. Jeff and Karen had been married for 10 years. They had been trying to conceive for five years even though their doctors had told them they had a slim chance of succeeding.
I remembered the day Karen told me I was going to be a first time Grandma. It was my birthday. The kids had given me a nice autographed book by Roger S. Baum and then Karen took me out to lunch at a favorite restaurant. As we were sitting in the booth Karen asked me if I wanted my birthday present. I reminded her that I had already received my gift. Again Karen asked if I wanted my gift. Although I was puzzled, I said yes. Karen leaned towards me and said, "You're going to be a grandma!"
Tears immediately burst from my eyes and I found myself crying at our table. Our waitress happened to walk by and looked startled as she noticed my tears. Smiling I told her they were the happiest of tears.
I had waited for 10 long years to hear those wonderful words; "You are going to be a grandma." I told people, even strangers, that I was going to be a first time grandma. Oh, I felt wonderful. Excitement, anticipation, and complete joy accompanied me every day, and now that most important child and her mother were in jeopardy.
Karen's mother and I made the two-hour trip to our kid's safely and after several hours of concern and worry, our beautiful and healthy granddaughter arr ived. She was a tiny little thing with long, slender fingers and feet. She weighed in at 5 lbs., a safe weight for a preemie. I thanked God for answering our prayers. This delightful child just celebrated her seventh birthday. Brianna has brought much joy and happiness to our entire family.
Barbara Roney copyright 2006
Barbara lives in Portland, Oregon, and is a wife of 39 years, mother of two, and grandmother of Brianna, the light of her life. She has been writing for herself and her family for several years. Previous stories include Missing Dad, Pretending, Grandma's Quilts, Christmas Nostalgia and No Damage Done. She says "Writing is a wonderful way of expressing what's in my heart."
If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it. ~From the television show The Golden Girls
The Letter Box:
How your story "Who is Praying for Me?" blessed me! How precious of the Lord to lay that man on your heart to pray for him...and how precious that you prayed so faithfully. He impacted you, but only eternity will tell how much your prayers impacted his life in ways that you will never know on this earth. This is truly what being a Christian is all about...selfless caring for others. The last line of your story, "I got back into my car wondering if anything I did made enough of an impact on anyone that I was worthy of asking the question....'Who is praying for me?'" struck me in the heart a nd brought tears to my eyes. It's a question well worth pondering, and I will. Thank you for sharing.
Your story was wonderful! I was so pleased and surprised to see it in 2theHeart. It's almost like old times, seeing your by-line there again. I simply fell in love with the old man, and all your questions became my questions. Try to find out more about him, would you? Enquiring minds want to know! As for your question, "Who is praying for me," well, I can assure you that I am, your leagues of fans are, and even that man most certainly is. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Blessings to you!
Maria Harden, Can ada
Please let Sue know that her story touched my heart and I'll be praying for her during this hard time after losing her husband. Tracy Mountford
What a breath of fresh air! I truly enjoyed reading this story. I am 37 years old, female, average height, maybe a little overweight. In this day and age, we are expected (pressured) to look a certain way. To actually read about a 80 something years old person running has put a new perspective into what exercis ing and praying for others is all about. I am hoping when I get to that age, I may still be running..and someone out there will still be praying for me. Thank you, Diane J. Morea
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