I received a phone call Saturday morning. My son-in-law informed me that my firstborn grandchild was in the closet praying, and was about to be beaten.
Now for Stephen King fans, you know what I am talking about. For the rest of you, my baby, my first grandchild, started her period Saturday!
I cannot tell you why I feel the way I do, or even how I do feel. It touched me. I mean I squalled like a baby when she got on the phone to tell me about it. Cried again Saturday night when I saw her for our Christmas dinner.
I was the first person to hold this child. I was her mom’s Lamaze coach. I kept her the 1st 4 years of her life while her mom worked or was busy with my 2nd grandchild, sometimes for 3-4 days at a time when I could talk her mom into it.
Today, at 12, she is a 5’2 inch blonde.
With boobs.
With freckles.
And now…with her period.
Merry Christmas.
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Yep....I remember....just last week I had to pick her up from school because her 'stomach' hurt ;). All this week I have been going down memory lane wondering how my baby became this beautiful young woman!! I know what you mean ;)
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