I do not talk about you much at all. My little 1 pound 15 ounce baby boy Paul Ryan. It is not because I am ashamed but because the pain is so great of never knowing who you might have become. You lived two days before a vessel in your brain bled out. You were beautiful. And my only son that I know of.
After you, I had your sister Nikki and she was 3 pounds and 14 ounces and she lived to be 23 when she was taken from us in a car accident and that was another time my heart was torn. Then I kept trying and I had many two month pregnancies before your baby brother or sister ( I never knew) just didn’t make it. Time to dream but not enough time to know. Finally, I had your youngest sister, Amber and she is fine and has a little one of her own now.
But, you and Nikki and your unknown siblings are in Heaven. It hurts when I think of her and when I think of you. I guess it hurts more with you and Nikki because I saw you, I touched you, I kissed your faces. That doesn’t mean those I never met didn’t hurt though. I am so blessed to have one of you left here with me and I have so much joy from that and my little grand child of love.
I wish I could have watched you grow, play, laugh and see what it was like for a son of mine to become a man. But, I hold your little face in my heart and I love you all. I just sometimes wonder what my little boy would be like today. I love you Paul Ryan.
See the picture. Need I say more? hahahahahah
The life of a grandparent can be funny, happy, difficult and it falls into so many categories that is hard to name them all. But one rings out. Joy. Your baby has a baby now. Then maybe another and another and another and whether you have one child or ten, most will have those beautiful little aliens we call grandchildren.
So different, so unique, so beautiful and yet so different from having a child. Your child. NOW, you are on the sidelines, watching your child raise theirs and hoping you taught them all the right things but this or these little ones you love so much. But your role of raising is over so now you watch.
The joy of a grandparent is we for the most part, get to spoil and love this group. It is no longer our job to sweat it out on how to be sure they grow up right because we don’t have that option. So we love, cuddle and try to be a positive happy force in their life.
You also have different kinds of grandparents. Some cannot get enough (me) and some want to love and enjoy but now it is their time to do what they want to do so they do it. Vacations, lunches, and etc. etc. That is cool too. They have that right. The not so great grandparents who act like their kid never had a kid, so it is not their job to help or really do anything but see the grandchild occasionally.
Some of us cringe when they get disciplined. Yes, we had to do it but we feel powerless seeing this tiny creature have to be disciplined for their actions. We see our mistakes with our kids in some of the parenting our kids do to theirs. Then we feel the guilt or pride, depending on how well they do with our little “peeps”. Regardless it is a whole new world no matter how you approach it and it is a whole new part of our lives. As for me, I love it. I love my little “peeps” and I love watching them grow. I hope all grandparents feel the same.
Sometimes when we feel like we have been knocked down so many times and we are about to just say whatever, it is the little things that keep us going. A smile, a song. laughter, friends, a simple hello from someone you love or even a kiss from your dog or a purrrr from your cat when you pet it.
It might be something in the mail or a note from your child or beloved. Maybe your grown child sends a text just to say hi or how are you? So many times people think they have to do something big to show their love or lift someone’s spirits but no, little things mean just as much.
So, keep that in mind if you need it and do it to someone else to start something going or if you know someone who may need a lift up.. do something little because it beats nothing at all and it may mean the world to them.
I believe if we support one another in our careers and support our fellow writers, artist in all genres that we can make it. We can help one another to build up bit by bit. I think if we buy American products where all or the majority are made here in America, we can again help. A few examples are blogs on here, face book pages where local artist or craftsman sell their items or music or writing. A few companies that sell products where some if not all are made in America: slinkys, New Balance shoes (not all but they are labeled) Merle Norman, Hallmark, Burts Bees, Regalware pans, Igloo, Zippo, Louisville sluggers and so many more.
So, there are some places to buy but also we need to check around and try and help those struggling to get their local business or shop or work or photography and there also, the list goes on. Just look around and see if you can find those who are trying to make a living here in America and buy from them! There are so many things and areas to choose from. Lets support each other and bring hope to the ones who struggle to make and sell hard earned things that they take time to make! Lets make America self-sufficient by buying here and help our small owners to get to the top!
We, so many of us, search for the impossible dream.
Only to find it was there all along.
It wasn’t money, it wasn’t fame, it wasn’t popularity or being the best.
It is a smile from someone who cares
The soft flow of a brezze
The kiss and hug from a child
The sound of ocean waves as they roll onto the beach
Birds singing a song
A beautiful world filled with flowers and mountains and so much The joy of being loved.
It is there. We just have to look and the search stops.
Two things that can bring you to your knees.
The Power of God.
The death of your child.
The path of life is filled with many roads.
The one you choose,
Will determine how green your grass is.
Family isn’t always a biological thing.
It is who has your back
As opposed to who is tabbing you in it.
Time does not heal all wounds.
It only heals the ability to deal with it.
The Book of Understanding. Kindle. L.S. Rockel