Raising My Grandchild

If you would have told me that I would be raising my 6 month old grandchild in my 40's I never would have believed you.  It was a time when I was newly married to my high school sweetheart.  My own children were grown.  I became a grandmother for the first time.  Little Sophia was an amazing blessing, and I loved being a grandma.  Then...my daughter began making poor choices, and she lost custody of her child.  Sophia could have gone into foster care, but we were lucky enough to prevent that.  We began to raise her ourselves....more

If You Can’t Say Something Nice – What Not To Say To Grandparents Raising Grandchildren

According to the 2010 Census, almost 5 million children live in a grandparent headed household. Most of these are either the grandparent raising the grandchild alone or the child’s family moved back in with the parents. There are numerous reasons this could happen, and it’s likely you know someone in this situation. ...more

What a beautiful morning

I love the quiet of the morning. It’s going to be a busy day and I enjoy the moments just before the grandchildren run downstairs looking for breakfast and Nana lovin. It’s our morning ritual as they crawl up in my lap and start their day with hugs and cuddle time from Nana. The moments before this are the sweet, quiet minutes with only the birds outside and the click of my fingers on the keyboard. I’m thankful for mornings. ...more

Summertime Thoughts

The house is empty this morning. In the summer this is a rare occasion. I want to enjoy it while I have the chance. I can hear the birds singing and the weather isn’t too hot yet. It’s a Texas summer, so we enjoy our morning’s pre-100 degree days. I have more than enough of my to-do list today and it’s slow going to get moving. My fur babies are at my feet, where they are more often than not these days. This is far from the career days of jumping in the shower before I’m awake and heading out the door, only to come home in time for dinner and bed. ...more

Life Rearranged

Mealtime with the four year old has become quite a challenge. I make dinner, he tells me he doesn’t like what’s for dinner (before he knows what it is) and we have a showdown when he refuses to eat. Tonight it was chicken enchiladas, last night it was slow cooker lasagna. It doesn’t really matter what I make, he has decided he doesn’t want to eat dinner. He stands his ground, I stand mine, and he eventually ends up being sent to his room. After tears and some drama on his side, he ends up back at the table and eats his obligatory three bites....more