I have an announcement to make. I’ve known for almost 2 weeks, but I kept it secret. My family didn’t think I could, especially for something this big. Can you guess what it is?
I’m going to be a grandma again, a grandma times 2! I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, and I don’t care! I’m so excited to meet this new person.
I already have one grandchild I adore. I live in Ohio. Their family lives hours and hours away so I see them in pictures, or on video. Would you believe I have a Christmas present or two picked out already? I love to shop, but it’s even more fun when it’s for this little one. I hope I found the perfect gifts!
The Itsy Bitsy News
My kids called and announced the news. I was over the moon excited, but I kept quiet, until they told their closest family and friends. When I saw the official announcement, I knew I could write about it. I can’t share pictures, but I can tell you they did it, Halloween style, using the Itsy-Bitsy spider. Itsy #2 is on the way. I know – pretty adorable!
Me as a Grandma
When I think about being a grandma, about hanging out with a toddler, this is how I imagine it. Holding them up, talking to them, and exploring the world through their eyes. Everything is brand-new to them.
Preschoolers are fun. They have imaginations. They’re into everything from playing dress-up to building with Legos. I can’t wait to play and explore the world with my two grandkids!
Inspiration Strikes – Connecting the Dots This Grandma Imagined
How do you connect these dots? What would you do with them? Make a line? A diagonal? It’s all in what you can imagine, then connect!
Maybe you can see something completely different.
Like a butterfly, or a heart, or even a diamond!
I’m always amazed how people see the same thing, but somehow they talk about it in multiple ways.
Reaching out to the baby-to-be
These two pictures are the dots I imagined when I heard the news.
The first is my grandchild . . . meeting a new brother or sister . . . no longer an only child. A sibling will change everything.
The second is that new grandbaby. He, or she is growing bigger each day, learning to work fingers and toes, legs and arms. I wonder how much my grandbaby knows about its family. So many things for it to explore!
When I connected the dots, I came up with a story. I’d share, but I’d rather write it first. Stories change when you write them down. Then they change again each time you edit and revise them.
Besides, I can’t start yet . . . I’m up to my ears with five different manuscripts. Soon . . . I’ll share what I’m up to. Here’s to anticipation, for you and for me!
When I write, I can only have one voice in my head, mine. A little noise is fine. But too much, or worse yet, WORDS, and I must change rooms or pull out headphones. Then I can write on!