The Space In Between
Our own five children are grown and scattered to the wind, none within close driving distance. I will hear from them today, and have received cards and gifts in the mail. They are thoughtful, caring children, all of them, and in that we are so very blessed. But they are not here to share the day with me. On a day designed to celebrate motherhood, it is too quiet, and their absence is too keenly felt.
My heart replays memories of my own childhood, and of my children's childhood too. I am almost sixty now, how did all those years pass so quickly?
We have grandchildren, six of them, that are technically John's, but who have all been gracious to accept me as their own. I also have one child and one grandchild in Heaven that I didn't have the privilege of knowing in this life, but will someday. How I look forward to that!
Tomorrow, there is a new life coming into the world... John's oldest grandson is about to become a father for the first time, his son is scheduled to make an appearance in the morning, or as his delightful mom states it, he is going to be "evicted" from his nice comfy space and lifted kicking and howling into the world, ready or not. That would be enough to make me cry too!
Tomorrow, we will officially become great-grandparents... that is a wonderful reason to celebrate, even though we will have to be content with pictures and reports as this little guy will enter the world in Arkansas, too far for us to witness is birth. He'll be joining a very excited big brother who turns four in a couple weeks... and a new generation begins.
But for today, it is quiet here, and as a mother I find myself somewhere in the space in between.