So some time around the end of January I got this text from my son: "Soooo....I kinda have something to tell you. you're kinda sorta gonna have another grandson.. :)"
Hmmmmm.....okay...when? I think this was my reaction.
What else was I gonna say? NO? Too late. Cry? Maybe. Continue to love and support my son? Definitely.
I've stopped being shocked by life and all the things it throws at me. At my age, I just go with the flow. I've also come to expect the unexpected which saves me a lot of heartache. How does this work? Just think...if it can go wrong, then it will. Expect and anticipate and plan for the worse case scenario. Then if it happens, you're prepared to deal with it. If it doesn't, well, then you'll be tickled pink!
Well, he was born, and he's beautiful. So did I expect another grandchild so soon? Would I have wished my son to have two children at such a young age. No, but the world didn't explode, and I'm still standing and stronger than ever. My son has two beautiful boys, and he is a great father. What else could I ask for?
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