to become a Grandma.
I am so excited to be Ama to my new little grandson. Boy are we gonna have us some fun.
I also took my youngest back up to college in Dallas during that week. I have mixed emotions when I think about the whole my-daughter-is-4-hours-away thing. She excels when she is there; she is happy, outgoing, and she proved to herself that homeschooling worked when she made the Dean’s list. It’s good for her. And truly that does a mama’s heart good.
But I miss her. And I’ll continue to miss her for the next three years until she graduates and gets her butt home where it belongs.
I know what you’re thinking, that there are no guarantees that she’ll come home after college. Zip it. Let me have my dream, if only for the next three years.
Believe me, I know better than most that children can move away. Remember, I’m the mother of a missionary. My heart swells when I think about my middle son following this God’s call on his life but I had to make a quick adjustment in my vision of the future when he announced this call to us and left for training three days later.
I’m proud of all three of my kids. I tend to view them as my proof of concept.
So that’s the news around here. It’s a good thing I have a fondness for changes. It’s the only thing you can really count on in this world.