My son’s been married just a little over a year so I was getting used to being a mother-in- law. Even though I’ve spent a lot of time with my son and daughter-in- law during her pregnancy, something changed at the hospital. Even when Katie was in labor, Cory stepped up and was in control. He was 100% dad. And when Clayton was born the tears in my son’s eyes brought my own tears.
Being a grandma I’ve had to be patient to wait my turn for the little guy. And once I hold him the first thing I want to do is search his features for any resemblance to his daddy at that age. I marvel when I realize he has my son’s nose and cheeks. I laughed-out-loud when I saw he has a dimple–passed from Me to Cory to Clayton! Inside, I pondered the miracle. I’d been a 17-year-old scared teen with an uncertain future when I gave birth to Cory. Now my home is filled with family, and God has provided more than I ever dreamed or desired.
When I was pregnant with Cory I dedicated my life to God. I prayed, “If you can do anything with my life, please do.” I had no idea what God had in store. I also had no idea that by fully surrendering my life to Christ that so many more people would be impacted, and that means little Clayton, too. I’m a different grandmother because of God.
Cory is a different father than he would have been if I’d raised him still clinging to my own way and not God’s way. When I look at my grandson I not only see the family resemblance, I also see what God was able to do with a family when we turn our lives over to Him. I see hope. I see a good future. I see God’s fingerprints in baby hands and feet, and this grandma can’t wait to see what God has in store for this precious new child.