In eight days it will be D-Day, not the anniversary of the Normandy D-Day of WWII, that is June 6th. No I’m talking the D-day we’ve been waiting for the newest grandson to make his appearance, delivery day. This next week will probably seem like one of the longest too. My poor daughter is at the point where she just wants “to get this boy outta my belly” as she says. I know that feeling myself. I had four babies and the last two I felt the same that last month. I think most moms can relate. You never forget, well, I haven’t anyway.
I guess everyone is as ready as they can be. The baby’s coming home clothes have been set aside. The car seat has been installed in the van. I bought a cradle for the baby to use the first few months so he has a place to sleep when he’s not with mommy. His siblings are anxious to meet their baby brother. His cousins are anxious to meet him. Everyone is anxious to meet him. We’ve been seeing the ultrasound pictures, but you know those don’t do him justice. Those portraits never do. Although every indication from those portraits is that he will look a lot like his daddy.
Before then though I am hoping and praying that I have two other grandsons. Today is the court date for the final adoption of the two boys my other daughter and her husband have been fostering for over two years. The process has been a long one and this is the second time that a ‘final’ adoption hearing was set. The first was delayed and the battle to have another has been going on for months. Prayerfully by the end of this day the boys will legally be my grandsons.
If all goes well then, on the 20th I will have eight grand children, three girls and five boys. Even if all doesn’t go as planned, I’ll still consider everyone of them my grand children. I love them all and I love seeing my adult children raising their own families. I do believe that raising the next generation is what life is really all about. Not everyone wants to be part of bringing the next generation into the world and raise children and that is fine there are plenty who do.
The other day my husband and I were talking about the world population. He seems to remember a number of years ago the estimated population of the world was ten billion, but now the population is estimated at around 7.5 billion. He was wondering if he’s remembering wrong or if the estimate was revised down at some point. I haven’t a clue since that wasn’t something I every paid attention to. News in general I didn’t pay much attention to for several decades. I figured if it was really important I would find out from co-workers or my husband. So, if it was at one time estimated at 10 billion either the figure was inflated and it’s been revised or that phenomenon, the Mandela Effect, that so many are talking about is a real possibility. Personally, I don’t think the past has been changed, or that there is some alternate timeline crossing over, I think people remember wrong and want some excuse so they don’t have to admit that their memory is faulty. That is for another day to discuss in more depth.
I’m happy to see my family increase. Count down – 8
Update: The adoption did go through today so it is official I have four grandsons and three granddaughters. I never knew that this adoption would have such a huge emotional impact. When I think about it being final I am so grateful. This has been a matter of prayer for years, long before the boys were even born. My chest fills with emotion and it feels like my heart is too big for my chest and my eyes well up and start leaking happy, grateful, feeling blessed tears.