When I was pregnant with my second son, I started worrying about how I would ever love him as much as I loved my first son.
Brandon was the first grandchild on my side of the family. He was cute and smart and everything you’d want a baby to be. Not only did everyone in the family love him to no end, I loved him so much I didn’t think there would be room in my heart for another child.
Isn’t that a crummy thought to have when the second baby is already on the way?
My mom told me that I would have enough love for the second child and it would come naturally. But it didn’t. At least not right away. It was tough, at first. just getting used to having two small babies. Brandon was only 17 months old when Geoff was born.
People would say, “Oh, that’s great. They’ll be so close!”.
I thought, “Maybe. But I’ll never live to see it. I’m going to die.”
But sure enough, when he was about two weeks old, the love switch flipped for Geoff and I loved him SO much I couldn’t even believe it. But the harder thing to believe was that I could still love Brandon that much, too!
Almost a year ago, I got to experience a different kind of love. The love of a Glammie. Aniston was born on February 13 and a better Valentine’s present was never given to me. Oh how I love and adore that baby.
It kind of makes me crazy how much I love her. Since we live a couple of hours away, we don’t get to see her as much as I’d like. That makes me crazy. But we have so much fun when we do get to be together that it almost makes up for it.
A few months before Aniston was born, my best friend Denise gave birth to twins. They aren’t related to me by blood but they might as well be because I love them more than I can even imagine. Their other grandma, Grande, graciously allows me to be Glammie to Lauri and Laurence (as I call them), too.
I love a lot. Sometimes, I believe that 1970’s era song from Nazareth, “Love Hurts”, I love so much, so hard. But mostly, the love I have for the people in my life fills my heart with so much joy that it helps to overcome any hurt I might feel.
I’m thankful for my expandable heart, for all the people who have been added to it, and for those yet to come!
Lauri Rottmayer blogs at www.Rottitude.com.