Lindsey takes out her stroller from the trunk and sets it up. Setting her little precious cargo on the wheels and away we go. The 5 of us.
Getting settled into what looks like a nice private spot, Lindsey and Lacey go get their food and I sit with Nola Jean and her treasures, and Cassie Grace is sleeping on her new wheels. I peek at her under her blanket. The opening is oval and her little face is a perfect oval. It looks as though someone shrank wrapped Josh and put him in a little purple outfit. The resemblance is striking and yet I can see Lindsey, I can hear memories of her when she was a baby. Nola Jean takes a little peak with me, we don't want to wake her. Only a new mom knows, you don't want them crying in public - it feels so lonesome. We talk about this together. It seems a lot of the conversation is about a newborn baby's cry. You sometimes just don't know what to do. Listening to advise from all you take what you need to make your little girl happy. We talk about, pacifiers, thumb sucking, baby shots, chiropractors, husbands and life as we eat wonderful margarita chicken salad. I love these moments. I tell the girls I feel a little different at times, the kind of gramma I am as compared to gramma Doris. I always figured I would be like her... she is so wonderful at it. It is not a sadness, or jealousy...
but, it is different.
My babies all live farther away from me. Gramma Doris was right in our town, helping me with everything. Her advise was gold to me. I trusted in just about everything she said. I felt like she knew all there is to know about my babies, and she did.
As we all gather our stuff to walk down to target...
Lacey with Nola Jean in her stroller.
Lindsey with Cassie Grace in her stroller.
They look at each other, and Lacey says "there is something very sentimental about this moment".
Time stood still as we all walked and took in those words.
I realize this is different also. My girls have each other...
they are sisters. And even though Emily isn't here at this moment you can feel her spirit, she went through everything first...
even in school she worried about her reputation with the teachers and others. She knew it would follow down to her sisters.
We continue to walk and Lacey says "I feel so frumpy with these momma jeans on"
And we all laugh...
5 people, 2 strollers, a new baby, new momma, a great gramma with great wisdom , a sister with a leading spirit, memories, a two year old and momma jeans...
Today (March 1st, 2013) Lindsey sent me a TXT.... yes, I can TXT!!
"Read your blogs you are a great grandma and do plenty for us all. Just like grandma did for you!! You are always helping out and answering our questions... You are the best!!!!"
And so as hard of a time as I have with all this tecnology I am happy to have this new kind of communication when we can't "be" together, we still can "be" together.
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