Seems like a lifetime ago when you consider all the growing, the milestones and memories I’ve missed.
Such is the heart of this long distance grandmother who yearns for more than summer visits with those heartstrings; her military grandchildren who each share something special with her; a middle name, green eyes, writing giftedness, or even a sassy attitude to laugh about.
I’m beyond thrilled to be back on this island after a year away from my military son, daughter, and four grandchildren, hoping to fill up as many photo albums as possible in the short three weeks I’m here.
Upon my arrival, I’ll pull out the bookmark from the last chapter of time we shared together as a family. But it almost makes more sense to start fresh from the blank pages of a brand new book, as my grandchildren continued to write their story chapter after chapter beyond the paragraph I boarded the plane for home one year ago, while a grandmother kept her place in the book with those four sweet faces she sadly kissed goodbye to.There are rules when Gaga comes to visit.
My daughter is off the clock from cooking, laundry, driving to practices, only to fill her schedule with hair and nail appointments, coffee dates and whatever else she desires.
For three weeks, every question my grandchildren ask ends with a yes.
“Gaga, can you make homemade chocolate chip cookies for my soccer team’s snack day?” “Of course I can!”
“Can you watch me practice for soccer even though it’s raining?” “I wouldn’t miss it.”
”Gaga, Watch me climb this tree.” “Just long enough until I get a picture.”
The two little girls would rather me pick them up from school and us three walk together all the way home in Hawaii heat, with me trusting a five-year-old and seven-year-old to lead the way, including short cuts through a shady alley…. It’s comedy hour every afternoon on our walks home together. Oh, the stories they tell.
Not knowing the island, my nine-year-old navigates the way home from soccer practice, in the dark.
There are swim lessons.
There is Sunday service at church sitting side-by-side with my children.
There’s jujitsu practice for all four kids, multiple nights a week.
There is quality time around the table eating dinner; the hour I treasure most, especially conversations with my son whom I miss so much throughout the year. And all those favorite homemade meals I pack the freezer with, so my daughter continues her staycation for at least a week after I depart.
Something I do for myself and by myself, are those quiet moments with God, sitting along the shoreline, listening and relaxing to the soothing music of waves that crash and wash against my feet. My mind wanders back to the mainland where my handsome love is patiently waiting my return; missing me as much as I am missing him. We are so thankful for technology during these separations, as FaceTime bridges the lonely miles. Long distance grandparenting has a steep cost, and this is one of them.
You don’t get to pick and choose a perfect life; yet we are given the opportunity to mine the gold of blessings God has hidden for each of us to find.
A journey of contentment leads to the blessed life, not necessarily the best life the world says you deserve.
My military grandchildren don’t have access to my cookie jar of homemade treats, but I sure load up the suitcase each time I visit.
I wish my military family sat around the kitchen table for Sunday dinner with their siblings and cousins, but I can leave the freezer full of homemade love before the airplane takes me “home away from their home” once again.
While it’s true, you don’t get to pick and choose a perfect life, but I choose to find the peace, love and joy in a long distance life I have as a grandmother.