by Carol P. Bartlett

Created on: December 30, 2010

On October 18, 2004, I became a grandmother!  Words cannot adequately describe the feeling that you feel when you first lay eyes on your grandchild!  My daughter had to have a c-section unexpectedly.  We were waiting in labor and delivery room when the doctor came out and showed us a beautiful baby girl.  It was love at first sight, she was precious, and so beautiful.  My daughter chose not to marry the babies Father, but he was present for her birth.  When she brought Jasmine home from the hospital she came to my house, she was actually living with my sister next door when Jasmine was born.  I was given the honor of keeping the baby while she went back to work.  Of course I spoiled her rotten, I held her about all day.  She was such a happy little girl, right before her first birthday my husband was transferred to a new facility over eight-teen hours away!  I missed Jasmine's first birthday, we moved and I was miserable.  The words home sick didn't do what I felt justice.  My mother had died with cancer when I was twenty-four years old.  My sister still lived at home with my Dad, and my daughter and grand-daughter lived there also.  We came home on most of the major holiday's and I actually flew home by myself one time.  Luckily the job didn't work out and we came back home when Jasmine was Three.  It was a little stressful because we all lived in the same house until we found a house to rent, while looking for house to buy. 

Finally we bought a house near my Dad's, and now it's been three years since we've moved back home and she stays with me as often as I will let her come.  She's brings me so much joy and happiness, it's a feeling that you can't really describe.  She has a part of my heart that can never be replaced, and I will cherish our relationship as long as I shall live.  She talks so country and she drags out my name, and it just warms my heart.  Sometimes she calls me gramme which I think is cute as pie.  I answer to most anything these days.  She's always been really independent, my daughter made her that way.  I wish my daughter would realize the importance of spending quality time with Jasmine.  Because one day it will be to late.  She will be grown before she knows it and she can't take back the things she said, or didn't say or do. Jasmine will always be near and dear to my heart and she will always have a place to call home at grandma's house!

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