We wait

We have been waiting for the arrival of grandbaby # 14. It was a time of giddy anticipation. We waited to find out whether it was a boy or girl. It was a boy!! A brother for Zachary, another son for Jena & JC. Grandson #7 for Kevin & Sherri, evening the count out with the girls.

But wait, the kidney appears to be enlarged. We will wait and see what the next ultra sound shows. It may resolve on it's own, we are told, but follow up ultra sounds showed even more enlargement. A pediatric urologist was consulted, he said, "we will wait and see what happens after he delivers, do another ultrasound.

After Lyndon arrived, on Friday, we waited to see if he would urinate, and he did, filling the diaper to that "can't hold any more bulging point". We relaxed, thinking, it had resolved itself, an answer to our prayers for him. And then we waited for the after delivery ultra sound which confirmed it is still enlarged, even more now. That was Tuesday, he is 3 days old.

Wait!! we still have to wait until Friday to talk with the doctor about the results of the ultrasound. Hopeful, but worried as moms and grandmothers are prone to do, they wait for almost 2 hours to talk with the doctor, who explains the enlargement continues, and recommends a scope procedure to "see" what is going on.

The family back home have been calling to check in on him and see how we are all handling the waiting. They will fast and pray for him, as we will. We will wait for JC to come home to have prayer to break our fast, the family calling to join us on Skype. Waiting is best done together.

This post finds us still waiting. For Monday morning, where Jena will be able to walk with him to the double doors of the O.R. where she will put hand him to the doctors, anesthesiologist, and

nurses to take care of. Then she and JC will return to the waiting room to wait.

Waiting is a strange state in which to find yourself After the wait is over, you find the learning you receive during a wait is often better that getting to what you were waiting for. I find that waiting, especially when a loved child is the object of the waiting, you become humble, and turn to the Lord, and actually hear Him. I suspect he has been waiting on me to turn to Him. I hope to not keep Him waiting so long.

Let's start at the very beginning

I've been blogged! But that may be a good thing, we will see. This is my attempt at entering the Blog World. I enjoy reading those posted by others, and I feel a little stirring inside that wants to try it.

My life is good. I am mothering 6 children, 5 of them married, so that adds 2 sons-in law, 3 daughters in law, and 1 late in my life blessing who just turned 17. Saving the best for last, there are 11 grandchildren who call me grama sherri. Keagan, is our angel grand baby, he returned to heaven at 6 weeks of age (SIDS). Two more amazing spirits are circling the earth, preparing to join this rowdy, loud, loving, and fiercely loyal group.

Nowhere in that little picture I had painted for myself of my future at age 8 or 12 or 16 ( I can never remember not wanting to be a wife and mother) did I see the frosting of life my grandchildren are to me. As I look into their innocent little eyes, I see not the runny noses and dirty faces that obscured my vision while mothering, but I see the great potential they have, the tender little hearts, and the inherent desire to do what is right they came from heaven possessing. I see the wonder of discovery, the delight in creating, and the thirst for learning and mastering tasks.

For example, Eli is grappling with the task of getting his food from the bowl into his mouth before it drops, spills, and splatters all over. The fierce independence typical of this age has no tolerance for mom's helping hands, yet the fine motor skills are not quite there yet. But they will come. They most always do. His dad no longer spills his applesauce all down the front of his clothes. So he will learn.

His mom taught me a preventive action to dirty clothes. She peels his shirt off before he starts, then washes his food smeared body, and puts the clean shirt back on. It even works better than bibs. Mothers-in law can learn, too.

The very beginning of my life trip required learning. I have become the teacher in many things, but as age attempts to refine my view of the trip, I know I still have much to learn. And I love that.