I'm going to keep this post short and sweet because that is how I feel about it. My son will be a father by the time he is 19 years old. This is not what I worked hard for nor could have imagined for his life. Yet, he has always made it clear that this is his life and he will do what he wants to do. I feel sadness and joy about this situation.
I am going to be a Grandmother :)
My 20 month old Toddler will be an uncle at 2 years old.
My 13 year old son will be an uncle at almost 14 years old.
I will be a grandmother at 40 years old.
My son will be 37 by the time this child is 18 years old.
"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you;
he will never let the righteous fall." ~ Psalm 55:22
Throughout my life, I wondered how on earth something like this was possible. I did not understand until I was old enough to figure out that my Grandfather grew up with his uncles. They were just a few years apart. My aunt and I are less than a year apart. I am sure that there are similarities in other families ... I just never imagined that it would occur in my generation, especially with my son, as I worked so hard to try to make his life better than all of ours and to explain to him why he should learn from areas where I should have been more discerning in my life.
"Each new generation is supposed to surpass the old", my grandfather's words haunt me. We have all done a miserable job in comparison to him.
In fact, before I got married and pregnant with our baby, one of my good friends was pregnant with her 3rd child. She was over 35 when pregnant and had two mid-teen daughters that have since graduated high school and started college. The irony is that when my friend announced that she was a few months pregnant, so did her oldest daughter. She was going to be a grandmother and mother around the same due date. Her grandson is older than her son.
I was so happy to have boys and not have to worry about teen pregnancy. I did not think that it would feel the same when he got someone pregnant. UGG!!! Why don't they listen?
I thought that I had trained him to go to not consider marriage and having children until he was, at least, 30 years old, educated and with a career. He witnessed first hand what a struggle it was for me to have a baby and no education or career, and I had him at 21 years old.
Thank God they have both graduated High School.
Again, this is a situation that is out of my control. God has reminded me of this A LOT in my life.
I look to my right and see my toddlers smiling face and think ...
"How sweet! Another baby in this world is definitely another blessing."
In Motherly Love,
Mother Baby Child