He's turning 18 today. Officially he's an adult, but in This grandmomma's heart Jesi is Still the little tyke who picked Pumpkins with me in the Patch and chased after Insects for a school project. I picture myself sitting with him As he practiced his piano and Holding him in my lap as I Read one storybook after another. "Just one more, Grandmomma." He's tall now. He's handsome. He's smart. In my head I know my grandson's a Man, but my heart has some catching Up to do. |
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It's humbling to have so many
Friends join me in praying for My grandson. It's what followers of Jesus do. We're first responders. We rush to pray when we see a Fellow believer in need. We encourage one another in Our struggles and build each Other up. Jesus said that onlookers would Know we are His disciples if we Love one another. * And I'm experiencing that love. I'm deeply grateful. Thank you, my dear praying Caring friends. *John 13:35 When another problem popped up with
My grandson, I found myself saying, "Another thing to worry about." But then I caught myself and Said instead, "Another thing to trust Jesus for." My changed perspective renewed my Hope. Mother's Day is muted for me this
Year. I had planned to meet up with my Girls and their families at a Restaurant midway between us. But since my grandson is waiting for Surgery we decided to cancel. Motherhood is a mixture of Unimaginable joy and sorrow, Chaos and calm, Worry and relief. And on this Mother's Day I am Experiencing this swirling of Emotions inside me. Being a mom requires me to draw on My Father's strength when I have None of my own, when all my Resources are depleted. Lunch today can be easily Canceled, but not a mother's love, Not this momma's love, not ever.
"It's not like we're setting out
In a conestoga wagon," my Son-in-law said. Missy was anxious. She and Jeff would be Pulling a trailer filled with my Grandson's belongings while he Followed in his car. Their destination? Boston. Due to snow, they needed to Choose a different route. And it had been years since Jeff Had pulled his family's camper. I was concerned too. But unlike the plight of the Pioneers when communication was Slow or non-existent, and good-byes Were often permanent, I was able to Follow my travelers as Missy posted Updates of their progress. "Near Youngstown 600 miles to go" "Just entered pa" "Hampton Inn" And this morning the saga continued: "350 miles to go" "Hudson River" "200 miles to go" "25 miles but traffic is bad" With each passing mile I prayed them Along. And when I got the message at 4:24 PM, "We made it!" I was beyond relieved. I responded, "Praise the Lord! Answered prayer!" I thanked God for His traveling mercies, So very very grateful that my kids had Been pulling a U Haul trailer and not A covered wagon.
As we were finishing our
Thanksgiving feast, the Announcement shocked me. I caught my breath. "I've accepted a job in Boston," my Grandson said. "I'll be leaving in December." This is the grandson who Surprised me once before by Moving back to Columbus after he Graduated from college, the one Who eats dinner with me every Thursday night and attends my Church, greeting folks as they Walk in the door, This grandson who is my chauffeur When we go back to his home near Cleveland and who watches Jeopardy with me, the one whom I Hoped would find a godly wife and Settle nearby for good. This grandson will be moving to the East coast. The position was created for him. It is the next step in God's plan for His future. I'm conflicted. I could bemoan the fact that he is Leaving me behind or be grateful That God chose to place Paul Min in My sphere for three beautiful Years. I'll choose the latter. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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