Be Patient, I'm Learning

Be patient please, I'm learning. Gee, I must say reading the blogs are a lot easier than posting one (for the first time anyway.) My first post (done this morning) was supposed to be titled "Inspirations Comes In Small Packages" but instead I guess my blog is called that. It works for me because they do inspire me everyday that I am with them. They inspire me to take pictures of them, to bake cakes for them, to read to them and just basically to be a better person for them. Just like their parents did, they bless me and my cup runneth over. I love to nurture - small children, elderly parents, trusted friends, defenseless animals, etc. I take care of people, it's just what I do. Is this some deep, dark hidden problem that I have? Would Dr. Phil tell me that I need to be needed and call it some weird word with phobia on the end of it? Probably. But what is wrong with meeting the needs of others when we can. I don't think I take it over the top or anything. I have mustered up the courage to say "no" occasionally as I have grown in wisdom. I retired from the school after 20 years of service so that I could watch my grandchildren. And though I miss my school friends and some days I question my decision, I know in my heart that God directed me to do it. Even when big boy Turner has tried my patience and all I can whimper to Kate at the end of the day is "just go, please take him" - I believe I am fulfilling a purpose. Some how I just want to put my thumbprint on them all. I want to leave a legacy. Since I don't have millions of dollars to give to orphaned children in 3rd world countries this seems to be the best way. I'll never forget when Blythe was being potty trained...she was on her little potty, and I was on the big one (I get no privacy.) I started to tinkle and she stood up and clapped! What better job can you have when you get a standing ovation for teeteeing on the potty?!

"Either my name is NayNay or that means...

Wow, I have a blog. There I said it...a blog! A year ago, I didn't know what a blog was. And now suddenly I am a blogaholic. I went to my niece's blog, got on her friend's blog, which led me to her friend's blog and before I knew it, it was 2:00 a.m. and I needed to get at least some sleep. I enjoy writing & even recently enrolled in a creative writing class. However, they were way ahead of me and I found it very hard to write about something that someone else was telling me to write about. In other words, I could not get inspired. The one thing that never ceases to inspire me, that I can always count on for inspiration is....you guessed it, my grandchildren. You've just got to love the beauty of their innocence, their undying love for me (and my dogs), as well as their excitement over all the little things that I lost excitement over somewhere along the way. I have sooo much catching up to do since I began my journey as a grandmother 5 years ago. That I can not believe. That it has been - five years, four grandbabies, 3 houses, a lost job & new job (for Steve) and a God given ministry (for me) - ago. Five years since Reed came along and gave me a new name, NayNay. I love it. It has a nice ring, NayNay. And the best part is, he came up with it all by himself. It was wet & rainy outside and he was pulling on the doorknob and mad (really mad) that he couldn't get out. He was really little too, but he looked at me and screamed NayNay. Right then I knew that either my name was NayNay or that meant open the "@#@##" door. It's been NayNay ever since and Reed continues to be my biggest fan.