Today I want to dedicate this post to a fellow blogger who is facing a very difficult time. To Terry and Al http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2013/12/14/take-my-love-with-you-when-you-know-it-is-time/
Know that you are loved.
And to all those who are going through pain, loss, depression, no matter how big or how small, you are not alone.
I have the privilege and honour of being a care provider for my two grand daughters. Lucy is 2 1/2 years old and Penny June is three weeks old. I pack up and my husband takes me an hour away to their campus housing at their university. It is an older apartment complex but not bad. But I am without my Memory Foam bed and without my doggies and my warm house and my food. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing this and I would do it over and over again. Serving my children brings me great joy. My son and his wife are moving forward in music related degrees and looking forward to their future. I am needed. There is no paycheck involved and that is fine. They do feed me and give me coffee and an air mattress on the living room floor. I think the insulation in these apartments disappeared years ago so the couch is warmer for me some nights. The girls are awesome and I don’t mind being awakened to the cries of a newborn in the night. I am really glad I don’t have to get up with her. My husband and I hope to move to this small university town because we fell in love with it. But until that is possible I go and I return four days later.
Sacrifice can be annoying. But that is up to us. I chose to do this for the kids and therefore I will with a joyful heart. It is challenging and my back aches and my shoulder aches – who would have thought a skinny eight pound baby could do such damage – and I miss the comforts of home. But they are family, therefore, it is an extension of my home. And it won’t last forever. Who could resist this: