This was a birthday weekend for our family; three years ago, Maggie became an aunt when Tommy was born the day before her 17th birthday. As joyous as this was, his birth had the consequence of making Clay and me grandparents -- a grandma and a grandpa. This put me in the same Club as my own grandma, who is 96. This, I believe, is why so many grandmothers choose cutsie little names like Mama and Nana; me, I am Mimi -- not too old-sounding, maybe even a little hip. (Do the youngsters still use that phrase?)
Friday evening, instead of going to the HS football game, I baked Tommy's cake and worked on his ABC scrapbook until 3:30 AM. I got up at 7:30, decorated the cake, finished the scrapbook and watched a few minutes of the Purdue game before we left for the party. (I did take the easy route with this cake -- purchased animal figures and plastic aquarium plants!) But I think he was happy:
I left the party early to play the 5:00 Mass, then ran home to knit like crazy on Maggie's messenger bag. Sunday morning, I played the 9:30 service at the Methodist church then back home to knit a little more. At halftime of the Colts game, I went to the grocery; I made Maggie's birthday supper, straightened up the house, wrapped her presents and took Will to youth group (after we watched the Browns beat the Bengals).
By 7, we had a house full, with lots of fun and noise.
Our terrific kids, birthday girl on the right
Today, I walked 3 miles, paid my Grandma's bills, worked on two upcoming projects (Haiti Sunday and Longaberger Basket Bingo), visited my best pals and catering partners for a few minutes, taught 2 piano lessons and joined the aforementioned web ring (and knit a little more on the messenger bag, which at this moment looks like a huge mis-shapen sweater --pictures soon).
So that's what it's like for me -- mom, mimi, musician -- in my little world. It's a busy -- but fun -- life (and much easier when my globe-trotting engineer husband is home and not at a mine site in some far-flung corner of the planet.)
And, that's why I'm always on the lookout for a little peace.
"My soul belongs to God, I know/I made that bargain long ago/ He gave me hope when hope was gone/He gave me strength to journey on . . . " Jean Valjean