On Being a Grandmother

In the comments of the last post, Rosemary asked me to "tell us what it's like to be a grandma. "

My first thought was, "I have no idea--yet!"

I can tell you what it's like to see your grandchild for the first time and to fall in love with him at first sight.  I can tell you what it's like to see your son so full of pride and delight at seeing his son.  I can tell you what it's like to see your daughter-in-law radiate ineffable joy and unmistakable motherliness after her long day of bringing him into the world.  I can tell you what it is like to praise God and rejoice with thanksgiving and gratitude.

I can tell you what it's like to lie down to sleep with an image of a little face indelibly imprinted on your mind and to remember the feel of having a babe in arms again after all these years.  

 Oh, I've experienced so many wonderful emotions, accompanied by tears of joy and pride, but what it's like to be a grandma?  I think I will spend the rest of my life learning about that. 

Becoming a grandmother is effortless.  But BEING a grandmother will be the greatest joy of all.

 

He's Here!

 

 

 

 

Elliott

Born Saturday, June 14, 2008

8 pounds 8 ounces

21 inches 

11:43 pm 

Reupholstery Project: The Fabric

Isn't this gorgeous?  My neighbor, Sharon, is an interior designer.  She's been collecting fabrics for years and a few weeks ago, she shared yards and yards of designer fabric with me.  I fell in love with this black and pink tapestry and knew it was what I wanted for my rocking chair. . .

This fabric dates back to September '97 so there is NO WAY I am going to find more of it.  Notice, too, how much I have.  1 yard.  Definitely not enough. 

 

My solution?  I'll use the tapestry only in the front of the chair. 

 

The back panel will be upholstered in black chenille.  I'll probably have to extend the tapestry by sewing on strips of the chenille so I have enough to stretch and pull.  Could be tricky.  Cross your fingers.

Reupholstery Project: The Task

I bought this chair for a song over 20 years ago.  Twice I've reupholstered it.  Twice it has had the bottom "jumped out" by one of my sons' friends.  

It's been up in the attic for three or four years, but with our grandson arriving soon, it's time for Grandma to get busy!

The day here is foggy and misty and dark and gloomy and I can't get a good picture of it, but I'm not waiting for the sun to come out before I start tearing it apart.

I'll be taking photos as I go along.  

Soon and Very Soon

Less than three weeks to go!

I haven't been this excited since our own youngest, Sam, was born!  "I can't wait" is a phrase that has been firmly ensconced in my conversations for many months now.  I'm sure my friends are tired of hearing it!

I can't wait until my "I can't wait" goes from "I can't wait until our grandson is born" to "I can't wait to share the good news and some pictures of our new little grandson!"  Heartstrings are firmly attached already.  Soon he will be tugging them.

ETA: June 13

I can honestly say that it really didn't matter one bit to me whether our grandchild is a boy or a girl, but oh, how I do love little boys!  And if this little guy is anything like his father, he'll be cute as a button and

full of fun!