Lovin' those Grandkids

     I'm not sure how it happened.   I was blindsided.  The first time I looked at my little granddaughter, I was smitten.
     When I became pregnant with my second son, I would sit and wonder how in the world I would be able to love him as much as I loved my first son.  I don't know about you all, but it was a real concern for me.  Maybe I'm just a little neurotic, but I just didn't see how that was possible, and how would I go through the rest of my life keeping the little secret of "mommy loves you better than the other one."
No one gave me a heads up on the whole kid thing.  And what if I loved the second one more than the first?? It was all so confusing.  It was like I had this bucket of love and I had to use some of it for one child, then use up some more for the other one, and then heaven help me when I became pregnant with the third one!  The bucket would be dry! 
     I remember the day that I was going home from the hospital and I was loving my second baby so much that I was having the whole love conversation in my head.  I walked to the window and saw my husband holding Josh's hand as they walked through the parking lot to come pick up mommy and baby brother.  As I stood there, I was overwhelmed with love....love for son #1, love for son #2, and love for my sweet husband, and  I realized I needed to forget the whole bucket thing.  It wasn't a bucket, it was a waterfall!
     And I'm here to tell ya that when the grandbabies start coming, that waterfall just keeps pouring.  I think grandbabies are God's way of letting us parents have a second chance.  All the times I said, "wait a minute, mommy's busy" or "I don't have time right now" is now replaced with setting everything aside to just get a flash of a smile....a hug with little dimpled arms....a bouquet of weeds...a candy covered kiss...and yes, even a chance to change a diaper.
     I get phone calls from my older grandkids about what they want for their birthday, what they did at school, and how well they ride their bikes.  Now, I'm looking forward to conversations with Princess Marilyn (yes, she's a princess and I'm her loyal subject), I'm looking forward to colored pictures to hang on my refrigerator, and I'm looking forward to seeing her manipulate her Poppy into wearing funny hats and having tea parties.
     We parents are so busy in raising our kids that sometimes we miss the special moments, so God gives us grandchildren to love, to give our undivided attention, and to spoil so rotten their parents can't stand them. 
    

     So, I'm just gonna enjoy every minute possible, quit worrying about how much love there is to go around, get as many hugs and kisses as I can, and spoil my grandkids as much as possible.