New theme

This blog is going to be something different than I had originally planned. This was going to be a crafty themed blog, but things happen to change your focus. You see, my dear daughter Kaitlyn is going to be a mother. That makes me a grandmother-to-be. While I'm thrilled that I am going to be a grandmother, it's not the ideal time for her of for us. You see, she's 16.
You can understand that it's quite a mixed bag of feelings right now. We love our daughter, as we do all of our kids. While preparing for such a blessing we're also grieving for our dreams for her. It may sound stupid but I cried because she won't wear the beautiful princess dress to prom like she had planned. It wasn't the dress that I was crying about, but what it symbolized; a carefree teenageer with nothing more to worry about than what to wear to school, an upcoming test, a zit, going to the tanning salon, getting her driver's license. The carefree teenager is gone already. It's allover her face. Eight weeks pregnant and scared as hell. So are we.
When I told her that I was stupidly crying about a dress she said that she's still going to prom. She's smart. She understood what I was really crying about. She told me that she's still going to finish high school and college and become a nurse. She knows how hard it's going to be. She thinks she does anyway. As the days go on a little more of it starts to settle in. She cries about the dress too now. Maybe not out loud but I can hear her, you know, the way only a mother can.
Kids at school are asking her why she's so quiet lately, what's wrong. She's so sick and scared it's hard to be 16. A lot of people at school know. Most of her friends have been great to her. She's finding out who her real friends are. I told her that there will be people she thought she could count on that will be nowhere to be found, while people that she never thought about would be there for her. She's finding this to be true already. So many life lessons.
So here we are. This is my blog. I'll keep up with Katie's progress while sharing my feelings about what's going on at the time. Have a great weekend.