I can't even remember the day when I dreaded owning the title grandmother. The name once frightened me....it meant aging and time going by too fast, and nonsense about vanity, pride and similar hazy foolishness.
My beautiful five-month-old grandaughter spent two afternoons with me this week, and suddenly grandmother is one of my favorite words.
I've had dozens of titles in my life.....daughter, granddaughter, sister, friend, girlfriend, wife, mother and aunt. And then there's student, parishioner, worker, accountant, business owner, writer and, truthfully, many more than I can recall at this instant.
My life has been defined by all these roles. But today, as I held precious young life in my arms, the Holy Spirit filled me with an indescribable love for her. This new role seems to occupy an important place in God's Plan for me.
Grandmother....it has a magical, deeply renewing ring to it!