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On Being a Grandma


I would like to introduce you to Little Miss Hailey Ann. Don't you think she is just adorable? I sure do! This little precious one is my first grandchild and I am so looking forward to having a part in her life.  All the thoughts and feelings that come with a new baby seem somehow exaggerated as a grandma.  I now realize even more than I even felt as a mom what is involved in raising a child.
Hailey was 3 weeks old before we were able to travel to see her and so as I sat in church after she was born my eyes were glued to Presley, an adorable 8 month old little peanut who sat on my lap. That’s how this Grammy got her baby-fix for the day. Presley’s little eyes just drink in all that is going on around her. Her head bobs and turns as she tries not to miss a thing in her surroundings. She pauses to intently study each person and action she sees.

As I watch her I am reminded of a song we sung in Children’s Church years ago. “Oh be careful little eyes what you see….” This little tune carries so much truth. What little eyes see, they soak in. It shapes how they will see life. It shapes their thought processes and views. And it begins early.

A few months ago my MIL (Mom-in-law) gave me a book titled “A Car Seat in My Convertible?” (A book I have yet to finish – each time I begin to read, tears come to my eyes because I so badly want to be a godly grandma!) Inside the cover the author, Sharon Hoffman, had written a note to me. “I pray blessings for you and the godly impact your life will bring in the hearts of your little ones.” That’s the kind of grandma I want to be.

As I step into this role of Grandma to Hailey Ann and Little One (due October 16th I can hardly wait!) I know I must be prepared to be a godly influence in their lives.  I can think of no better way to prepare than to focus my own eyes on the Savior and drink in the surroundings.

Psalm 121:1
I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?


Psalm 123:1
I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven.

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  1. UnknownFri Aug 17, 05:59:00 PM 2012

    I've been waiting for a grandma blog=) Good work as usual!

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  2. Sharon PiattSat Aug 18, 11:06:00 PM 2012

    Thanks DeDee! I`m getting back into the swing...

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