I've heard that the first step to recovery for an addict is to admit that he/she is one. So, I am admitting it. I am addicted to holding my grandson. The problem is that I am sure there is no recovering from this. We spent a much too short of a weekend in Spartanburg visiting Nathanael and his parents. Holding him is better than chocolate (Oh, my gosh, I can't believe I said that!). If I didn't have to work, I would buy a second home in SC and spend at least every other week there so that I could see (and hold) that precious little boy all of the time. Of course, Kim and Jacob might get tired of me and move to Idaho (or some other strange land). I am determined to be a big part of this little guy's life (and the life of all of my future grandchildren), so I have to figure out what the best way is to make sure that happens. Perhaps a motor home is in our future ... who knows! I still think there should be a law making it illegal for children to move so far away from their parents that it becomes a mental, emotional and financial hardship to the parents.
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Its been a month... you need a new post :)
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