About my previous Blog

I sure made a stir, just by mentioning what I/we think of our grandchildren, holy smokes.

Last week I was at the Christmas concert of our grandchildren, Hudson and Evan. Usually Ted is the one taking pictures but because he was not feeling well he did not come along. I forgot to take the camera.

I was watching other parents and grandparents taking pictures, NO, NOT OF MY TWO GOOD LOOKING boys, of course not, they were NOT important. While I was so proud of them as they were singing their hearts out.

When I was diagnosed with cancer now four years ago and going in for a major operation, I was not concerned for my self. All I wanted was to be well again for, of course my husband. But more than anything I wanted to be an Oma a bit longer, the best Oma any child could have. An Oma who would think the world of them, who would pray for them, buy them stuff etc. Tell them how pretty or handsome and how smart they are.

How children feel about themselves starts at home. At home they are accepted (at least that is how it should be).
At home they should not be criticized, they get enough of that out in the world.

So if I think they are 'God's gift to this earth', I have every right.

Ted ends every debate with: "And I am sticking to it!"

You look at any picture of me with a grandchild, I look ten years younger!!!! I look so happy and content. How wonderful it sounds to hear one of the grandchildren say:"Oma I love you or I miss you!"

Ted and I have gone through a lot, but what keeps us going is having wonderful kids all six of them, because the spouses are just as important, (hey after all, they are the ones making our three children happy). They are all so good to us.

So.... Ron and Lynne, Paul and Jennifer, Yvonne and Jason,
I love you. It has been a privilege bringing you up.