Although we celebrated her birthday last Sunday, Peanut is officially three years old today, September 9th. It’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t part of our lives. I guess that happens when you are completely head over heels in love with someone.
She arrived under challenging circumstances, but as soon as she was placed in my arms, the emotion I felt was overwhelming. Most of the time life is messy, and her parents brought more than their fair share of baggage along as they began their lives as mommy and daddy to this amazing child. But it’s okay. She brings out the best in all of us.
When they all lived with us, we shared many memories. But none so precious as the opportunity to watch Peanut grow from a wiggly 5-month-old infant to a captivating two year old who could literally light up a room with her smile. When they moved back to Alabama, I knew it was time for them to go, but watching someone you love more than your own life leave is much easier said than done.
And now she is three; with a vocabulary that rivals a first grader. At about 30 pounds, she’s mastered almost every motor skill on the checklist. She can open child-proof doors. She reasons better than many adults I know. And no…it’s not that I’m biased. Okay, maybe I am, but ask anyone and they’ll tell you how amazing she is.
Now, I venture to guess every grandparent is head over heels about their grandkids. There is something about seeing an extension of your own child that simply cannot be put into words. What can be put into words is my solemn vow to do everything within my power to make sure her life is blessed beyond measure. In other word, as God as my witness, there. is. NOTHING. I. won’t. do. to protect this child.
The Mama Bear instinct is strong when protecting her cubs. But it’s nothing compared to Mama Bear protecting her grandcubs.