I’ve been thinking about my grandma Wilma a lot lately. Her birthday was at the end of August, but she wasn’t here to celebrate it with us.
She went to sleep and stormed the Heavenly gates the day before Little Bit turned 9 last December.
Oh how she loved my boy!
She loved all her boys, grandkids, and great grandkids. And, she had a soft spot for my little miracle boy.
She knew all about our infertility struggles, my high risk pregnancy, and she just knew what a blessing he is.
Maybe it was because she raised six boys of her own, or because she was a school teacher, but I always felt like she saw a special light in my boy.
She used to get so tickled when we told her stories of what he was up to and the things he was saying.
I found myself really missing her yesterday when my little Superman insisted on wearing his costume to town. On a Tuesday. In September.
Grandma would’ve gotten a kick out of how he walked right into his jumping class.
His gracious coach not only let him keep his costume on, but she also let him look in the mirror and pretend he was flying.
She would’ve loved that after his class, we walked into the bank. The gals working “ooo-ed and ahhh-ed” over him and he was so proud.
I can just imagine the sparkle that would’ve been in her eyes if she would’ve seen his big ol’ smile when one of them handed him a Superman sticker.
At Walmart, as he drew a lot of quiet smiles from passing shoppers, I couldn’t help but think that grandma would’ve loved to see our little boy all dressed up while shopping on such an ordinary day.
I love the fact that grandma got to love my Little Bit until the very last day that he was 8 years old, and even though she didn’t get to see him be 9, I’m guessing she’d think he is simply super.
Unmeasured Journeys 
And the warmth and love you radiate in your writing continues to remain the same if not increase over time. Loved it :)
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Hi sweetie! Oh, how I’ve missed you!! Thank you so very much! ❤️💜❤️
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<3 <3 <3 You are sooo welcome Jessica :) I have missed you too! And the joy of blogging. But it was getting very difficult to manage the travels and this together and I had to stay away for some time :\
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Oh, such beautiful writing…
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Goodness, bless you, friend! 💖
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What a beautiful post. I was crying by the end. Can’t believe that just yesterday I was thinking about my mum and my boy, how proud mum would have been of him, how she’s missed seeing him achieve some of the things he loved. Just like you, Little Bit and your beautiful Grandma Wilma! Hugs to you dear friend. xo
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Oh my goodness, sweetie. Pretty sure we are twins. Soul sisters and twins. Bet it’s so hard that mum is missing his big achievements. I was crying at the end, too! 💜
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Yes, soul sisters, that’s what I thought too … we are soooo on the same wave length. Sending you hugs and lots of love. xo
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I love hugs! 💜
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Such a sweet post, Jessica. You were obviously so fond of your Grandma. I’m sure she smiled down at Little Bit in his Super outfit. :)
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Aw, Miss Sylvia, you warm my heart. Bless you! 💖
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I’m guessing she’s watched over him every day since then, Jess. :)
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You made me smile, like really big. :)
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Good :) :)
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💜💜💜
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I love the idea of the cheque ☺️
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Such love and warmth in your post, Jessica. From your grandma and her special connection with your child, to even the teacher letting superman ‘fly’! She will never bet forgotten. My son was eight when my grandfather passed and the two were like kindred souls despite the fact there were nearly fifty grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The first time they met when he was only six months old, the two of them sat and looked at each other, holding hands. Like that for over ten minutes – amazing recognition!
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Oh my goodness, Annika. I can just “see” them holding hands! Can you imagine a love so genuine? What a blessed connection.
Thank you for your sweet words. I’ve been struggling to write something about grandma since her birthday. Had SOMETHING to say, but it was just stuck. Until today when I saw his costume laying on the table. Means a lot to me that you noticed the love in it.
Isn’t that something that his teacher let him “fly”? I mean, in that critical moment when a little boy just wanted to “be” little and keep his head in the clouds, she let him. I knew she was sweet, but now I just admire her so much more. 💜
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I love this one! You brought back memories of my grandpa. My second son was born on grandpa’s 80th birthday. Out of all of his kids, grandkids and great grandkids Luke was the only one born on his birthday and so was special to grandpa. Grandpa passed away the day after their birthdays. I remember him telling my 8 year old son, “I told you we would celebrate our birthdays together one more time!” My son has never forgotten. Thank you for bringing back good memories!
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Oh my goodness, that is the BEST story. Thank you SO much for sharing it with me. Truly. 💜
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Grandma used to send each of us grandkids a check for $5 on our birthdays every year. Well, Little Bit wasn’t due until January, but he ended up being born on my birthday in December.
Grandma sent my check that year and dated it on the day of my birthday. I never had the heart to cash it because it was such a monumental day! I still have it, and am saving it to give Little Bit when he grows up. Won’t that be something? A check dated the day he was born, by his great grandma. 💜
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That is so cool! My grandson was born 10 weeks early (5 years ago) It was a scary, joyous time.
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Wow. 10 weeks early is pretty early. I’ll agree with that- scary, joyous time. That’s a great way to put it. :)
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Well ok then, try to top this one!
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Oh mom, you make me smile! ❤️💜💗
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