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.
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.
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