They Do Grow Up

Yes, they do grow up–eventually.  While I have been gone, my daughter sent me a bittersweet text. It was 12 messages long and arrived in the middle of the night.  Just like her.

She was lamenting how hard it is to be a mother with a child from difficult beginnings.  Her little 11 month old daughter has been very ill since birth; the magnitude of which is only just now sinking in for her.  Sadly, my daughter’s poor decision making led to my granddaughter’s permanent brain damage. This is a hard reality to swallow.

The bittersweet part was her profound epiphany that raising children (like her and her brother) was probably hard for me.  Her conclusion:  I don’t know how you ever did it with me.  I honestly don’t know how you did it.  You are the strongest Mom I know…and I love you with all my heart no matter how many fights we get in or how many times I say I don’t.  I always will and will never ever be able to repay you for everything you have done for me.

You just did, sweetheart. You just did.

And I love you, too.

Love Matters,