I’m a 53 year old first time grandma. Or in my case Grammy. No, wait, not 53. Fifty two for another four weeks AND one day. I’m well beyond the age where I cannot wait for that next birthday. I’ll wait.
I want to write. The advice given me is this: Then write. *laughs* I am creating a blog in order to have a focus. To have a place to write. Daily. Yes, I said daily. That is my intention. I want to write and this will be my way to do it. To set aside time each day to write about my life. I know, those of you who are reading this are thinking, really? Is she really going to do this? Because there is nothing I would like better than to read about her life! Well, let me tell you people. IT IS YOUR LUCKY DAY!
What does one write about daily? Let’s face it, there’s not all that much interesting about my life or you’d have already seen it on the big screen starring Julia Roberts. Yeah, I’m sure Julia Roberts would play me in the story of my life. But I digress. As I often do. Just get used to that now. Focus. My life. I must say my life got a lot more exciting just recently. A little less than eight weeks ago, I became a grandmother. To the most beautiful little girl. Well, as beautiful as her mother who is my little girl. Her name is Elaina. I call her Rosebud. Rosebud? Why would you call her that you ask? Let me explain. I mentioned I want to write. It is not something I have ever really done in my life outside of a little poetry and short stories in high school. That was a few years ago for me by the way. I like to read. Romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy with a particular love for Scotland (which my lovely husband took to me visit two summers ago). This love of reading lead me to a site on Facebook devoted to a group of books from an author I greatly enjoy. Wait, what? Facebook? Aren’t you a bit old for that?? *Laughs at that* Not hardly. I don’t even know how I ended up with this group of Facebook friends. But end up there I did. Others in the group are wonderful writers and have been doing this for a while. I am in awe of the way some of them write. One day some of them will have their own books published I just know it! Anyways, I have a bit of what I call mentoring going on with me being the mentoree (I just made up that word, sorry) And the mentor (that truly is a word) is truly a wonderful writer. Painting pictures with words. Truly an artist. I want to paint pictures with words. I want people to read what I write and close your eyes and see it. So, I listen to what the mentor has to say and try to follow the suggestions. Anyways, one of the first things he talked me through doing was trying to describe something. I won’t go into all the detail and instruction and examples given to me at this time, but my final project was a paragraph description of Elaina, who was not yet even two weeks old. This is my paragraph:
As I gaze at the miracle before me, my eyes fill with tears. Fleeting impressions of her beauty, all pastel pinks, muted and hazy like a Monet painting fill my mind. I blink away the tears and she comes into focus. She is as beautiful as a newly formed rosebud of the palest pink, with skin just as soft and delicate as its petals. Like that rose which opens to the sun, her beauty unfurls to the light of those around her.
So, this is how I come to call her Rosebud. And did that paint a picture for you? I hope it did. The picture you see may be blurry and out of focus, much as my writing is right now. . . But something I hope to improve on! My husband, her grandpa, didn’t get it. And his description goes like this: She’s okay. She’s got big hands and big feet and sometimes she smells. *laughing* How poetic. But, if you saw him with her, you would know that she is more beautiful and precious to him than anything in this world. That Rosebud already has grandpa wrapped around her tiny stem!!!
I “retired” from my job in December so that I could take care of Elaina when her mother returns to work. That begins on February 29. I couldn’t be happier that I am able to do this. There is nothing I would rather do. So that is my focus. Rosebud. I hope to spend time writing each day about our experiences, and if that leads to thoughts and stories of when my children were younger, well I’ll throw them in too. No extra charge. Who knows what else will bubble forth from the recesses of my mind? Guess you’ll just have to check back to find out!