When my 20 year old son told me last year that he and his girlfriend were planning to have a baby, I was happy. It was good news to hear from a son who had been into drugs, trouble with the police and had stolen money from me in order to pay for his habit. Instead of choosing to turn my back on him I stood by him and gently coaxed him into a new direction. It took alot of persistance. He left school and got a job as a pot washer and worked his way up to waiting on. It finally sunk in and he started to not 'hang out' with those so called influencing friends. He then moved work places where he still waits on but has now become fully trained as a bartender. I'm told he practically runs the place!
This is where he met his girlfriend who is 5 and a half years older than he is. She has a son who was about 3yrs when they met. He immediately called my son 'Daddy' and the role was taken on with some serious gusto! The little man also calls me Nana, so i've been getting use to being a 'Granny'.
Last year I received a text message informing me that I was going to be a granny. I was so happy for them but my heart stretched a little everytime I gave it some thought because I wouldn't get to see the baby very often due to distance.
The nine months passed quickly and Harry James Lucas arrived a week late at 10.23am on 25th June 2009 weighing exactly 8lbs. My son had been calling and texting me the moment contractions had started.
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I cried when he sent me Harry's first picture when he was 1hr old. It now has pride of place on my desktop so he's the first thing I see when I switch the pc on. He looks so much like his Aunty Ruby.
Do I feel any different now im a Grandmother? Not at all.