My heart keeps growing…

My Daughter Alissa has blessed me with a beautiful granddaughter Amelia who is One year and nine months old. We were just recently blessed with my grandson Wyatt who is a little over a month old.

Amelia is an energetic, comical little girl. I wish I could see her more often. They live a couple hours drive from me and without economical, reliable transportation I don’t get to go visit like I would like to. Thank God for technology and video chatting. Lately Amelia has been wanting to chat with her Nana. She calls me almost every day now and tells me about her day. I can’t understand her jibber jabber but I pretend I do and I can get pretty much get out of it what she may be telling me. Everytime Alissa tells me Amelia wanted to call Nana my heart fills with joy. Being so far from her sometimes I wonder if she knows how much I love her. This just let’s me know she does and she loves me in return.

It’s not the same as being there and holding her on my lap, not that she sits still for long, but I can still watch her chase the dogs and read her books and see her little temper and her big grin. I cherish each video chat with her.

Amelia isn’t sure about her new baby brother. She seems to be getting used to his presence. Wyatt,though I have only gotten to go see him once, seems to be a little calmer than Amelia. He is a cuddle bug. He is very alert and tries to see everything. He reminds me of Charlie Brown with his little round balding head and expressionless stare. Of course I have to talk to him to so he knows my voice and knows how much he is loved.

I love that they are being raised in a farming life. Alissa is a good mother and let’s Amelia play in the mud and her Daddy takes her to work on the farm. The kids will be raised knowing hard work and good values. Being raised around Great Grandparents and her other Grandparents who instill these qualities make me feel better about not being as close as I would like to be.

Amelia and Wyatt have made my heart grow after I thought it couldn’t get any bigger. They give me something to look forward to. Watching them grow and develope their own personalities. The joy of being a grandparent.

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