This week's RemembeRED prompt was to write about a time something seemingly terrible happened, but looking back, it brought something wonderful.
"We're pregnant," she whispered. It was only three weeks and she didn't want to spread the news yet. But she was so excited, they were ready to add to their family.
I smiled with her, asked all the appropriate questions, answered a few she had for me.
Yet, I could feel little excitement. What felt was loss. My daughter had made that final step away from me.
No more spontaneous lunches. No more just dropping by randomly.
I was not ready to be a Grandmother. I wasn't old enough. I had little patience for babies and young children. It's the way I was made.
As my daughter grew, we had become friends. Now, my friend wouldn't have time for me anymore.
As she made plans and picked names and furniture and baby clothes, I kept my sadness hidden.
Delivery came, I was proud of her. She did well. She had a healthy baby boy.
Time passed, I saw little of her for several weeks. She called for advice now and then. She called to cry her frustrations.
Then, she needed a babysitter. And I got to spend my first alone time with the baby. The first of many times.
Now, I have a two year old grandson. A bundle of hugs and energy. Gramma's boy. And he is all boy. Trucks and fire engines. Running and giggling.
There is a granddaughter now as well. It took some time for me to see the gifts I was receiving. I have two new little people to fill my life.
And I still have my daughter, my friend.