My baby girl had a baby girl.
Mariah was born this past January. I was so thankful that Mariah's parents let me take part in the birthing experience. I didn't see either of my kids actual birth. *I was there, just not there.*
What an awesome gift. Seeing a baby born for the first time. Being with my baby as she gives birth. Being there the moment my first grandchild is born. Instant, pure love.
Mariah is almost two months old and I'm reminded daily of how infants change. Caitlin and Ray are naturals with their parenting skills. I'm so proud of them both.
Shortly after Mariah was born, and Caitlin was all bliss with motherhood, she sent me a text:
"I'm so glad you weren't a cool mother"
That text was a reward and a reminder that in all my mothering errors, I did something right. Our mom /daughter fights, as Caitlin was growing up, usually ended with her shouting at me,
"Why aren't you a cool mom like my friends mothers? They're allowed to do what ever they want! Their moms are like girlfriends"
My reply was always, "Because I love you Caitlin, it's my job to be your mom, not your girlfriend."
When she looks at her little baby girl, she knows she is her mom, not her girlfriend.
I sent Caitlin a text today asking how Mariah was. They were watching Dora. I asked her to text me a photo and she sent me this of Mariah watching Dora.
A few minutes later, she sent me another text titled "My Other Baby."
Caitlin has the mom thing down. She's figured out how to handle Lola when she doesn't have time to take her outside!
*All my posts about Caitlin have always been tagged Conversation Hearts. It warms my heart to write this one when I thing back at the humorous posts, these past few years, on the trials & tribulations of Caitlin.