Not Just a Single Mother
It’s been a long time coming. I’m no longer a single mother; although I never truly felt like one. Whenever folks asked if I was a single, I told them no, that I have children.
Now, I can proudly proclaim that my status has been updated. I am now a single grandmother.
For years, I’have endured the strangers who flash pictures of the newborn grandchild. I have listened to thousands of stories about babies who could raise the dead –I mean their grandfather.
For the most part, I listened attentively, or at least I thought I did. I had no idea why grown men wept at the sight of pictures they knew they had, or why women waxed poetic about a vacation of diaper changing.
I do now. My son’s and daughter-in-love's daughter Alayna Rose has brought me to that same place of crazy. I too ambush strangers with stories and pictures of the most beautiful baby on the planet.
It is with more pride than I deserve (because I was not in labor all night) that I declare my new status as a single grandmother.
BE you, be bold, be NEW
|Hey grandma, I just turned 4 weeks old|