I've tried this blog thing before - not successfully. I either forget my password or it starts getting too dark. Sometimes I forget the reason I started and depress myself.
THIS I want to be about my blessings. I would like to try to remember at least one blessing every day - a reason to be happy with my life. Because, no matter how bad things are, I do have a lot of blessings. I must remember that. I'm pretty sure I'll be repeating some of my blessings - although there are a lot, there are a few really special ones that may deserve more than one mention.
So today, the first blessing I'm going to count is my kids. They are all adult-age now, and have provided me with even more blessings - daughter-in-law, son-in-law, grandchildren. After reading some other "mother" blogs, I am also beginning to count their pretty much grown up independence a blessing, too. But most of all, my greatest blessing from each of them is Love.
And now a story:
How Lovey Got Her Name
Once upon a time, my son got married to a beautiful girl. This girl was already a mother of a little girl, Lulu*. So the day that Son got married, I became mother-in-law and grandparent in one fell swoop.
Months passed and as Lulu got older, old enough to talk, we all struggled with what to have her call me. She was, after all, my first grandchild. I had already decided that I did not want any of the standard grandmother names - besides, they were all pretty much taken by the wealth of living grandmothers Lulu already had. She already had: Granny, Maw-maw, Mamaw, Grandmother, Gramma, and Nanny. Quite a quandary!
Son tried not to call me "Mama" in front of Lulu - this had proven to be confusing. My DIL called me by my first name a few times - this stopped the day that Lulu repeated it. This made conversations in front of Lulu a little difficult, as they waited for me to make up my mind what I wanted to be called. Truthfully, I didn't know what I wanted to be called. Really wasn't ready to think of myself as a grandmother at all, as much as I enjoyed it. They just had a tendency to say "her" and "she" when they referred to me, avoiding any title or name as much as possible. This went on for over a year.
We saw each other often, going to lunch together about once a week, or just visiting each other's homes. And every time we had lunch together or visited, my DIL would tell Lulu as they were leaving, "Give her some lovings!" I'm not sure whether the "her" was me or Lulu, but we both know that "lovings" was hugs and kisses.
One day they all came to my workplace to pick me up for lunch together, and as soon as 18-month-old Lulu saw me, she started stretching her arms to me and shouting (in that cute baby voice) "Lovey! Lovey! Lovey!"
From that moment on, I have been Lovey.
And that makes me special.
*not her real name
