My beautiful new granddaughter Aya! She’s over a week old now and doesn’t have quite so many wires attached. She’s lovely, did I mention that? Babies change lives and it’s babies who change the world. We adults have to alter our lives to allow room for these little ones, but the changes they make in us are big. If we embrace these changes we’ll grow too, along with these lovely little human flowers. And this writing grandma will grow too.
She isn’t home from the hospital yet, and I’m honestly a little nervous, but I know that God will grant me the strength and energy I need to care for her. Waking every two or three hours to diaper and feed throughout the night and day will become a natural part of nourishing little Aya.
I’m throwing this blog together on the way out the door to horseback riding lessons with my other lovely granddaughter. There’s nothing like the atmosphere of a horse farm. A slower pace, an atmosphere of grace.
Writing and living are not two distinct things. Without living what would we write about? But without writing, some of us feel like we aren’t breathing. We all have different gifts and callings. The very act of writing calls me. And grandchildren call too! Their voices might not be very loud yet, but I hear the tiny cries.
I would rather rewrite and post when this is more coherent, but in this case if I don’t just press “send” I’ll be off and running before these thoughts get a chance to fly. Soon baby Aya will be home, and life will have a bit of routine. And plenty to write about.