I had the rare privilege to be one of the first faces that the daughter of my daughter saw when she made her earthly debut. What a blessing. Such a wonderful moment in my life. I am grateful my daughter changed her mind about my presence in the delivery room. She gave in and said I could come in, halfway into what would be a long labor. Thank you for such a wonderful gift. I have always been my daughters biggest fan. I was one of the first faces she saw, after my C-section. We just found the video of her birth a few months ago. It was long forgotten and a blessing to find it. I do not remember it at all, and neither did Hubs. It was a miracle we took for granted, the miracle of birth. When you are a young parent, you just don’t get it. Well, I get it now.
Life is so much more than what our eyes see. The fact this little person is here because of us, that is what it is all about. Think about it….that little perfect human, came out of another human, who was, at one time, as perfect as the human condition allows. Unblemished and God’s ultimate masterpiece.
I saw my own daughter through the haze of pain, and the busy nurses; my mind ever moving forward…forward to being out of pain, forward to getting into my room, forward to going home so she could meet her grandmother. The generational ties that bind continue hour after hour.
In order to appreciate the miracle that is the daughter of my daughter, I had to proceed farther into this journey called life. I now have perspective as I look over my shoulder. I see the strong ties that gather together and form an invisible golden cord between the daughters. The daughter of my mother, the daughter of myself, the daughter of my daughter…it is beyond thought, these generations of the daughters of God.
I remember my granddaughter Diana and her almost silent appearance into this world. It was as if a small part of The Lord Himself had blessed us.
She was all eyes, taking in everything around her. Her gaze was steady as she took in her surroundings. There was none of the jerky movements of a newborn, or the squalling that usually accompanies the human form upon entrance. She was serene. It was as if she was arriving at a party as the guest of honor, assessing those who have been invited to her earthly appearance.
Even after they took her and rubbed her with the cloth to make her squawk in protest, it seemed she had other things on her mind. She was over 9 pounds, so, it was serenity I sensed. It was her time to arrive and she did so right on cue. I got to see Diana, and she saw me. Boy, did she see me. She saw me with eyes fresh from heaven.
She is now 8 1/2 years old and we still call her Little Big Eyes. God has blessed me in every single way. I thank the generations of faithful women who have gone before me. I thank them for the prayers for their children and their children’s children. It is an unbreakable bond I pass on to my grandchildren, all seven of them. I speak Jesus into their lives. May they know their Creator and how GREAT He is. May I be the flame that is never extinguished, leading the way to Him. I speak the blessing of God into their lives. I speak God to my tribe. He will never leave us or forsake us. In the Name of Jesus.
You do have the best grandkids on the planet, which did not happen by accident. You have guided 2 great kids, and now get the gift of watching them do the same. Reap what you sowed.
😭😭😭 love you mom and I am blessed to be your daughter!