Today is not only St. Patrick's Day but my grandson's 8th birthday. I can't believe how time has flown by. It seems like only yesterday he came into my life and I became a grandmother for the first time. I look back on the day he was born and although his birth was a happy occasion, it was also marred with anguish. My daughter had been in an abusive relationship when she found out she was pregnant and had the good sense to come back home before my grandson was born. Her pregnancy was fraught with tension and turmoil. It's a true miracle and blessing they survived.
I knew in my heart he was a gift from God and he would be born on St. Patrick's Day. When he came into this world he was sick and had to be placed in NICU for a week. We didn't get a chance to really bond with him. For a week my heart ached to hold my precious grand baby. I had an empty void in my soul.
We finally brought him home and for the next few years went through a lot but we managed with lots of love, hope and prayer.
Even though the memories are painful I still savor everyone of them. Without those memories my grandson wouldn't be here today. He is a special gift from God and I savor everyday, every minute and every memory we make together.
Memories can be happy, sad, joyous or painful, but savor them. Memories are who we are. They are what makes us stronger.