I realize this is the realtionships, and in a way becoming a granny again is forming a new relationship.
On July 17 by emergency C-section my little grandson was born, a whole 4 pounds 8 ounces. I've waited for this soooo long. I love my grand-daughters, but I've been wanting a boy to spoil for so long now.
My DIL is doing great, and is back on her feet. I'm so darned proud of her that I could just about pop. She's already showing that she's going to be a much better mom that her own was to her.
The family lives in Florida, so danged far away. It's always so hard to leave behind my son, whom I still look at and see my sweet little boy. But with this birth, I broke down in tears having to leave.
I feel so danged torn, and I do wish so often that I could be in 2 places at once.
I've never been a long distance granny, and I'm not sure as to what I do. I know visiting is always good, but is it normal to feel like a wee bit of your heart is some place else?
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Annie