You're My Hero

Well I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming through my door this past weekend. I got my Grandma fix. The grandkids came over for a full day's visit. We colored, played games, sang and danced. As usual we just rejoiced in each other's company. I am so lucky to have them visit as often as they do. Thank goodness there is no word yet on my son's family moving far away. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed they will remain close by. It would be hard to remain a "hero" in my grandson's eyes if he and his family move away. My grandson called my husband and I heroes this weekend. He whispered in our ears, "You're my hero."

My granddaughter is talking a little bit now. So it won't be much longer and I wlll hear her precious voice saying things that make me feel like I'm floating on air. There's nothing like a big ole squeeze from the grandkids. As my granddaughter and I danced this weekend with her in my arms, she gave me a loving squeeze as she rested her head on my shoulder.

The grandkids make me feel appreciated. What these two little ones may not realize is- they are my hereos. They rescued me from being just another forty something year old woman. I like the title of "Grandma" so much better.

God, why....

Today my post is not uplifting. It is a story that makes you wonder "WHY"

My youngest sister is 35 almost 36 years old. She and her husband had been trying to conceive a baby for sometime, but were disappointed each month. So they tried invitro fertilization almost four weeks ago and two eggs were implanted. Last week she called with the joyful news she was pregnant. Her hormone levels were doing good and the doctor's office wanted to see her in two more days to check the levels again. When my sister went back to the doctor's office for the next check up the levels did not increase as much as the doctor would have liked. They told my sister she might be having an abnormal pregnancy. My sister was a nervous wreck. Again she was told to come in a couple of days later for another check and an ultrasound. Well she had the ultrasound yesterday and was told one embryo was in one of her fallopian tubes and the other embryo was too small. She was also told that the baby in her uterus might have stopped growing. Today, she found out that what appeared to be an embryo in her uterus might just have been the embryo sack from the one in her fallopian tube. Tomorrow my sister will be at the doctor's office to "remove" the embryo from her tube. I feel so bad she and her husband have to go through this.

Our whole family had been praying for my sister and her babies. It seemed our prayers worked that she would become pregnant, but maybe we should have added things like "we pray she doesn't have an abnormal pregnancy" or "we pray she doesn't have an eptomic pregnancy".

I believe in the power of prayer, but I don't understand why bad things happen to good people. Why are some people allowed to have children who have no business raising kids when there are others who want children of their own desperately but can't or have to go through considerable lengths to achieve pregnancy. I know there are reasons for everything. Sometimes down the road of life you figure out some stuff on why things did or didn't happen. Yet there are some things that still don't make sense to me. One of my questions to God when I enter the gates of Heaven will be "God, why did you let children suffer in the hands of people who didn't care for them properly, I don't understand, why God, why?"

I pray my youngest sister's two remaining frozen embryos will be strong and grow healthy in her uterus for the whole nine months when my sister and her husband are ready to try invitro again. I also pray it's a normal pregnancy in every way shape and form. There I think my previous sentences covered it all and I have it in writing. God, are you listening or reading this?