I’d been counting down the days to my grandson’s first baseball game, bursting with pride and excitement. But just before the big day, my daughter-in-law told me I couldn’t come. At first, I believed her excuse. Then I found out the real reason, and I’ll never forget how it made me feel.
My world changed five years ago when my husband Frank’s heart gave out during our morning walk. One minute we were discussing our retirement plans, the next, I was watching paramedics shake their heads.
The silence in our home afterward haunted me every day. It was hard to see his recliner empty and his coffee mug gathering dust on the shelf.
I wasn’t ready to live alone. I wasn’t ready for this scary feeling of loneliness.
“You’ll always have us, Mom,” my son Lewis promised at the funeral.
He was right, but not in the way either of us expected.
What truly saved me wasn’t just “having them.” It was Jake, my seven-year-old grandson, with his adorable smile and endless questions.
“Gramma, why do clouds stay up? Gramma, can fish get thirsty? Gramma, will you teach me baseball like Grandpa knew?”
As a retired kindergarten teacher, I’ve known hundreds of children. But Jake? He’s something else entirely. That boy became the center of my universe from the moment he arrived.
“Look at him grabbing your finger,” Lewis had whispered in the hospital. “He knows you already.”
When Lewis and Bethany took those big promotions three years ago, I became Jake’s after-school guardian three days a week. We established our little rituals, like having milk and cookies at the kitchen table while he told me about his day, and then completing homework before going to play.
“Hold the bat like this, Jakey,” I demonstrated one spring afternoon when he was barely four, standing behind him in the backyard, guiding his little hands. “Just like Grandpa taught your daddy.”
“Am I doing it right, Gramma?” His face scrunched in concentration.
“Perfect! You’re a natural, just like your dad was.”
Those afternoons in the backyard paid off. When Jake announced he’d made the Little League team last month, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
