I am not sure how it all happened. I know I was in the room when eight out of the ten of our grandbabies were born. I was there to sing Happy BIRTH day in a hushed whisper to each and every one of them for the first time. I took their first photographs with their mommies and daddies. Mommies crying tears of joy, daddy’s cutting cords…..I took the first pictures when siblings met the new baby. I was there . I was. And yet……how can it all be. It seems inconceivable to me that I am 51 years old and have three WONDERFUL grown children of my own AND now have TEN grandbabies under the age of nine. What a sacred blessing it was for me to be invited into those moments. Memoires more precious than the spoken word can express. I am grateful God allowed me to be here to see it all. It wasn’t this side of 9 years ago that I battle cancer and wasn’t sure I would survive to see our first Grandbaby born, And to be honest …days when I was so sick, and tired and wouldn’t have cared if I did. What a gift. I didn’t just make it to see Benjamin born….but nine more after him and I am grateful to say I am a survivor.
It can be crazy at loud at Omie and Papas house. (Omie is German for Grandma). There is actually almost three sets of twins between our two daughters. Each of our daughters have been pregnant and delivered three babies each and each pregnancy had been within 5 months of the other sisters delivery. We have a set of 2 years olds, a set 4 year olds, two babies at the moment, and then there are three older grands….. 7, 8, 9, and they have a little sister that is 2 all from our son. Life is full and happy and loud and chaotic.
At least one or two days a week you can drive by our farm and you will see all those yellow and red plastic cars left discarded in the yard, children riding tractors, bikes, tricycles. Or you may see them climbing up to the two story playhouse that I built for the first of our grandbabies about five years ago.
We have a central boiler, Papa built a shed to hold wood, I built another one and put a playhouse on top of it with the help of my son in laws and son.
Last weekend, our play house received an upgrade. With the gift of two previously used slides, one normal and one of those ugly enclosed things, I decided to add an additional 8 feet on the second deck and add another yellow slide. So we have slides going to the east and the west. A large green enclosed slide on the back side (not visible from the road…yeah) going south. The grandchildren come and they are beyond excited . You cannot slow them down and I seriously wish I had a little copper penny for every time one of those children climb the stairs and race down a slide…..they do it hundreds of times in a day. Its crazy. The energy they have.
I am very grateful for this piece of ground that I am able to be the steward of while I walk on this earth, I appreciate the wonderful place our children and their children get to play and explore. That I will be able to teach them/ show them (as I did our children) what a tractor with wheels is like, what mold board plowing is, and what its like to raise animals by hand and to use a New Idea corn picker to pick ears of corn to store in a corn crib like folks did back in the 1940’s – 80’s. A hard way of life back in the day….but the best way and we got it honest. It wasn’t handed to us…we struggle to make the payment every month like so many people today….but I am so grateful for the opportunity to wake up here everyday and watch all these babies