Here I am!

I have been wanting to blog for quite some time, but never really knew how to go about it. It seemed quite simple today as I just typed in create a blog and walla here it is. Now what to write about... At this point of my life, I am waiting to become a grandma. Neither of my daughters is pregnant or anything, but I am still waiting patiently. My oldest daughter, Courtney 29, has been married for three years and they are in the process of adopting a child from Ethiopia. Thus I am waiting to become a grandma but in a different way than most people wait. There is no belly to watch as it grows, there is no nine month time frame, there are no sonogram pictures to look at and ooh and ahh over. It is a different thing, very foreign to me. I didn't quite know how to react when they told us about their adoption plans. Is it as exciting as if they had said they were pregnant, No. Is it exciting, yes, at least I think it should be.

My first reaction was, "Does this mean you cannot have your own children?" I didn't want to ask them that right away, but I did pull my daughter aside later and ask her. She assured me that no doctor told them they couldn't have their own children, they were just anxious to get their family started and since nature wasn't working so well they decided to adopt. (They had talked about adopting from the time they started seriously dating so the idea was not foreign to us) I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard they could still have their own children because a part of me just wants my daughters to experience the growth and birth of a baby. I am being so selfish here, but I want to see a grandbaby growing in their tummies. I want to see a baby created by them and look to see whose eyes it has and whose hair it has. I want my legacy to live on.
Another reaction I had was, "Why Ethiopia?" I still don't know the answer to that, but there must be some good reasons why they chose that route. I wonder will I do okay with a child from a different culture? I know how to be a grandma, I have been practicing with other people's children for a long time. I am a preschool teacher and I have a great love for children. I have no doubt that I will be a wonderful grandma, but can I get used to a grandchild from another part of the world?
More later...