Mugs

We just got new mugs, the first sure sign that we are taking on a new identity! From Robin & Dave to Mommy and Daddy, and now oh so suddenly, we are Grandma and Grandpa. Here in East Tennessee, many folks of our status are called “mamaw” and “papaw,” or even “meemaw” and “peapaw.” Grandma suits me fine. I’m not sure what Dave prefers, or if he’s avoiding the title altogether right now.

My mug says, “Blessed are those who raise children well, for they shall eventually be called Grandma.” It’s a lovely sentiment, although I’m not sure how much raising them “well” has to do with it. Children seem to grow up and have kids of their own in spite of their families. My son says he thinks he had a pretty good childhood though, and he was raised in the nuture and admonition of the Lord. That, after all, is the measurement that matters most.

God has a sense of humor. Dave’s mug says, “Grandchildren are God’s way of compensating for growing old.” I think he can somehow relate to this, although he won’t admit it. I tell eveyone I’m a grandma, and refer to baby Jake (yet unbirthed) as my grandson, my grandchild, my “grandsugars.” Dave refers to him as David and Amber’s baby, but I’m sure Drake will grow on him! I can almost see them at the lake, fishing rods in hand.

Amber is not due for about 6 weeks, mid-May, but all appearances predict quite an earlier birth. We do hope she carries little Drake a few more weeks at least. In the meantime, I’ll be shopping. I’ll soon need one of those wallets that has a 20 sleeve fold-out accordian picture file; it holds 40 pictures in all. And a bumper sticker.

Let me tell you about my grandchild . . .

Have a blessed day!