Blushing with shame; it's confession time!

All right, all right, I admit it. When I’d hear grandparent’s shamelessly swank, brag endlessly and boast about their grandbabies, I questioned their sanity--they surely must be exaggerating, right?

Ahem, with head bowed, I now stand corrected. Big time!

Two days ago, I walked for the first time into the grandmother stage. With my head held high and a grin that won’t quit, I stand before you, adjust the microphone, clear my throat and announce: I do have the most beautiful granddaughter in the world!

So, with shame tossed out the window, I proudly and officially joined hopelessly doting grandmothers anonymous.

Yep, I’ve become addicted to my grandbaby’s whimpers. I cannot get enough of the wiggling of her tiny feet, her minuscule hands, perfectly formed that grab my finger while a sweet, pure scent emanates from her…all keep me coming back for more.

I tried to be strong, resist the temptation. But the urge is overpowering; I cannot control it.

I sought help. Got a prescription called "get a life grandmother" pill. But its effects are short-lived.

Then I went for counseling and the advice I got was to think of the times I was a mother--up all night while the babies cried and cried. Ha! Even her cries are sweet melody to my ears…and that just made me want more of the same.

Finally, I checked myself in the rehab for grandmothers who drool uncontrollably. The only reason I’m out is because they made me sign a form indicating I’d never, never brag about my granddaughter again. I signed it, but in tiny letters, I added, "not."

So, folks, I pen this note as a public admission that I have now joined the millions of addicted grandmothers who look in the mirror and find gray hair gone, wrinkles disappeared and aches and pain blotted out by the cure-all: the joy of a grandbaby.

I think something as precious as a newborn who offers so much delight has to be part of God’s plans, don’t you think?

"…the plans of the LORD stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations" (Psalm 33:11).

Janet