Friday, October 21, 2016
I started this blog when i was 50ish. I was adjusting to being a new grandmother. Nana was my favorite word. I changed my entire life in order to help raise my granddaughter. It was all that I imagined and all that I hoped for. My granddaughter brought me so much joy, there are no words I can think of to express how wonderful it was. The joy was so strong it made everything negative in my life seem so trivial in comparison. There were many dark days, however. I had an emergency hysterectomy one month after my granbaby was born. That was a very unpleasant experience. Physically painful, emotionally a rollercoaster. But with the support of my loving husband and the help of my doctors, I came through that strong. But having my daughter and her husband and at the new baby all under my roof put a strain on personal relationships. I can't lie that the joy of having my grand baby so close and almost completely under my control made me overlook things that have lead to many recurring issues that should have been dealt with at the time but now are difficult issues we deal with and are having a hard time overcoming. So where am i now, granbaby girl is on the verge of becoming a teenager and we have a granbaby boy who is 8. Many things have happened and grandkids and their mom are under our roof. It is a stressful situation and often hostile. The kids are perfect and the sunshine of my life. The hubs and I have been on a rollercoaster for years but still together and and still a team. We love each other and want to support each other but outside influences make it a struggle. He is retired and home all the time. Wow that’s a challenge! We’re working on it! I started to crochet again when I found out I was going to be a grandmother. I truly embraced it and enjoyed it. I joined forums and started this blog, made online friends and followed many blogs. Then I discovered scrapbooking. It brought me a whole new set of crafting joy. For years it was my outlet. Keeping memories was the extra of my creative outlet. Where am I now? Well, that’s a story for another day. But I am trying to make lemonade out of lemons.