I never understood the pain couples who were having trouble conceiving had. Many times in articles they would state how hard it was being happy for their friends who were having babies. And the baby showers, those poor women would be so sad.
But I’m beginning to understand.
It seems everywhere I look, my age group is becoming grandparents. The pictures and tales and happiness and love, you get my drift.
So you’re probably wondering, where’s my pain in this? I’m so frightened I won’t live to see my grandchildren.
Oh such the dreamer I am and grandkids, well I’ve been dreaming about them since my 28 year old had his first date.
I do not foresee any grandkids in the near future as my 18 year old is the only child with a steady boyfriend (please don’t do Mommy any favors) and my two sons are relishing their bachelor statuses.
And I’ve been sad.
I hate this part of cancer. The part that makes you stop believing in your dreams.
So I decided to make my dreams come true, kinda like those parents who were childless. Adoption!!!!!
The papers are signed and we are awaiting approval. Our grandchild is not what I pictured, he’s a little furry with whiskers, but we will love him just the same. My sweet niece is fostering him for a few more weeks before hopefully he can come home with us.
And I have a new dream now.
One day I will introduce Frank Sinatra adopted grandcat to all my grandkids with two legs and hopefully no whiskers.