From my Journal 2009. I’ve always wondered how a mom’s heart can be totally filled up with love for a child and then still have room for one more. But God gave me a picture of that today. When Sharon was born, my heart filled up with a warm red glow. When Cindy was born, she added sunshine yellow, and the hues in my heart turned orange. When Katie was born, purple enriched it till I had a royal, multi-colored heart. Now if this doesn’t really work on the color chart, that’s okay. Because the Master Artist knows exactly where in the big picture He needs to dab paint on the canvas. He also knows what color of Himself to use to make the colors pop and sparkle and shimmer and glow, dance and come alive. And now little Jackson Morgan has splashed green all over my heart. Beautiful!
On Nov. 19, 2009, Jackson Morgan Wallace, 8 lb, 4 oz. arrived at 8:49 p.m. in Whiteville, NC.
Grandparenting? It’s great!
- No pain of childbirth (or is it worse watching your daughter go through pain?)
- No responsibilities for keeping the child alive (but I have even greater responsibilities to pass along to the next generation all the lessons God has been teaching me.)
- Confidence in the parenting process—been there, done that, got 3 pink t-shirts!
I wish . . .
- That we lived closer (but I’m very grateful for Skype.)
- That I didn’t find myself continually saying, “When you were a baby, I . . .” (Yikes! I’ve turned into my mother!)
- That I had the Internet, like Cindy, to find all the answers (Moms these days don’t need to depend on grandmas any more for their wisdom. Sigh.)
What I did right . . .
- I told Cindy what my mother told me: This is your baby. You get to make all the decisions as to how you’re going to feed him, discipline him, and meet his needs. You know your baby better than anyone else on earth. Listen to advice from others (even from me) if you like, but then ignore it all and go with your gut instinct. But most of all, pray, pray, pray.
- I prayed for Jack before he was born, during the birth process, and continually after that.
- I laid hands on him and blessed him.
- I wrote out my first prayer for Jack the day he was born and presented it to his parents.
- I quit telling Cindy what to do and asked questions instead. I tried to wait for her to ask for advice (hard).
My future grand-parenting plans
- Tell Jack I love him every chance I get.
- Tell Jack that Jesus loves him every chance I get.
- Maintain a good relationship of trust with his parents.
- Be available. Say yes as often as I can.
- Begin a college fund in his name.
My best grandparent joke
A lady walked onto an airplane and glanced around for a seat. “Excuse me,” she said to one man. “Do you have any grandchildren?”
“Why yes I do!” he replied. So she walked on.
She came to another seat, and asked the lady sitting in the aisle, “Do you have any grandchildren?”
“Yes,” she replied proudly, “four of them!” So she walked on.
She came to a third person. “Can I ask you a question? Do you have any grandchildren?”
“No . . .” the person answered. “I don’t. . . .why?”
“Oh good!” the lady exclaimed as she sat down next to her. “Let me show you pictures of mine!”
A 2018 update
Cindy and Alex moved back to our town in Tennessee and had two more boys. What do you do with boys? I asked. Answer: just love ’em! Oh, and stock the toy box with cars instead of baby dolls please, says Benjamin.
So now I give you permission to brag on your grand-kids. And if you don’t have any, be sure to adopt one. Every child needs a grandparent!