Grandparents are one of the fundamental parts of a family unit.
Sometimes they keep everything together.
The little ones can twist them around their little finger.
They are also great at babysitting (!).
J & N are lucky and have 3 sets of grandparents.
Hubby’s Mum & Dad.
My Mum & Step-Dad.
My Dad & his partner.
I know some children aren’t so lucky though, but others have 4 sets.
Unfortunately hubby’s Mum passed away last year, just after we found out we were expecting N.
She passed away a couple of days after we had our early scan at 9 weeks pregnant.
She was in a hospice at the time as the cancer was taking over her.
We showed her N’s scan photo and told her his due date – her birthday – and she said, “That’s what I wanted”.
She knew she was dying. Though nobody had told her directly.
The next day she started going rapidly downhill.
The day after that, she passed away.
It sounds a bit cliche, but it made me feel at peace to think that she was making way for him to enter the world.
J wasn’t even 1 & a half years old when she left us, but we haven’t let him forget her. We talk about her a lot.
She absolutely doted on J.
The boys’ other grandparents do too.
They make the world go round.