Back in September (about the time the blog began, then stalled), I went to Virginia for "a couple of weeks" to be with baby Greyson until he either learned to walk or turned a year old - either one of which was requirement for attending his new day school. He learned to walk in pretty short order and even began attending the new school, but I couldn't bring myself to leave him until January. By then, I think his mom and dad were seriously considering eviction procedures.
What a time it was. We had always refered to me as Grammie or Grandma, never giving any thought to a proper name as a grandmother since he had no occasion to call me. I was pretty much beside him all the time. But one morning when I woke early and he was still asleep, I crept downstairs to make coffee while it was still dark. The baby monitor was on and I checked the volume and took it with me to watch the news. Noticing the red volume lights perk up, I held it closer to hear a tiny voice calling from upstairs.
"Aggie?" the voice called.
"Aaaggiiee" again.
Rushing up the stairs I opened the door to find Grey standing in his crib waiting for me. A huge smile broke as he shouted, "Aggie!"
And so I am no longer Jan or Mom or even Hey You. Offically, I am Aggie and the world is now seen through Aggie's eyes.
It made me think of life, Lord, and of course, Roxie. I call her Roxie, Babydoll, Honey, Sugarplum, whatever sweet comes to mind is her name. She runs to me happily because she recognizes the love in my voice regardless of what I'm saying.
What mother, in public, hasn't lost her breath when a child several aisles over cries, "Mommy!" even when said mothers' children are off at college or have children of their own? Names are important. They stick with us as the roles we play and as our own identity.
God is God, Master, I Am, Christ, King, Father, Saviour, and at least a page of other names. But I call him whatever sweet comes to mind at the time. He comes to me happily because He recognizes the love in my voice regardless of what I'm saying.
And He knows me by name. Like Roxie and Greyson, may I always run to Him because I recognize His loving voice.
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dunno why my comment cudn't get through yesterday..........so i am here again...
the way you call somebody, the love n affection is more accounted in the mind than the name.....which is incidentally an assembly of alphabets.........i am reminded of the names i call my mithi with......thankyou for visiting my blog n encouraging...please be around .i need communication with you.
Thinking of you and little Mithi tonight, and as always, praying for you.
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