As grandparents, there are things we can relate to. Everyone can recall receiving the news that our names would change from “Mom” to Grandma, Granny, Mimi, Gigi or whatever title was bestowed upon us. Mine is Gee. One of the quirks we as grandparents love to do is share little anecdotes about what’s been said by our funny minis’, or share adorable pictures of these little creatures that steal our hearts. We compare how many we have – if we have all boy or all girls or a conglomerate of boy/girls; the excitement of the first boy/girl, who will be named for whom and carry on family names. All the excitement and anticipation of witnessing our heritage continue through these tiny people God graces within our lives, they are our lineage. They will carry on long beyond our years. Or that is how it’s supposed to be, that’s what we all envision from the moment they enter our lives. That’s what I did, anyway. From that first breath, my mind’s calculator instantly powered on and I was doing math, curious to learn how many generations I could realistically witness.
How was I to know that just a few short years after first becoming a Gee I would stumble in conversation when asked how many grandchildren I have- I have 10 total, my son has 5 boys and my daughter has 3 boys and a girl. But right here- today, I would like to speak about Gee’s other girl, my granddaughter.