Grandbabies – Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

Yes, I Do

I spent half my life making rules and asking people to follow them, disappointed when they didn’t.

I spent half my life cleaning when I could have played with my children, but, I didn’t.

I let time slip away, let people drift out of my life, moments I should have treasured but, I didn’t.

I let problems weigh me down, things that didn’t even matter the next day.

But, I thought they did.

Now, I treasure every moment, every hug, every butterfly and flower.

Yes, I do.

A Grandson

A grandson will bless you with hugs when he visits, but he takes a piece of your heart when he leaves.

Birds On A Wire

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

“What do you think she is doing up so early?”
“I don’t know, but I heard her say that it’s Cole’s first day of school.”
“Who is Cole?”
“Her grandson, you dimwit. You hear her talk about him all the time.”
“You don’t gotta be rude! I forgot. It’s not like she has one grandkid. She has thirteen of them!”
“Why did she get up early for this day? Cole lives is in Oklahoma, right? It’s not like she can drive over to his house and take him to school.”
“Well, people are strange. I think she is going to travel to Oklahoma in spirit.”
“What is spirit travel?”
“From what I’ve heard her say, I think it’s when her body is in one place, but her heart and mind are in another place.”
“Wow! Is it like flying?”
“Sort of, but only her spirit of love flies, the body…

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A Woman Who Thinks Too Much’s Family

My son and daughter-in-law received copies of my book, Women Who Think Too Much, yesterday and my grandson, Cole, called me last night.

He told me he was reading it and I asked him, “Are you old enough to read that?” and he said, “Come on Grammy, do you know me? I’m very mature and I’ve been through a lot of stuff.”

I laughed. And cried.

He was so impressed with how professional the book looked and he loved the art. Thank you to my publisher, Michelle Marie, Creative Publishing for that accomplishment!

He went on and on about what an amazing, talented and creative writer I am.
Made me cry.
How incredible is that to hear that from your twelve-year-old grandson?
Then, he was reading me different parts of the book that he loved.
I am so blessed to have my family. Four kids, fifteen grand-kids and five great-grand-kids.

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Taken Down By A Three-foot Mickey Mouse

My vacation nearly finished me off when I was taken down by a three-foot Mickey Mouse.

Here’s how it happened.

My son asked me if I would fly to Oklahoma to babysit while he took his wife on a business trip with him to Las Vegas…

I told him I would love to, as long as he let me borrow a car to go visit his sister, two and a half hours away, before I went back home, and he agreed instantly.

My only concern was getting on an airplane during the flu season, but I decided to take my chances.

I arrived Tuesday night and spent Wednesday becoming familiar with my granddaughter’s daycare locations and I did a little shopping.

My three-year granddaughter had time to re-fall in love with her Grammy before her parents left and my eleven-year old grandson had just spent an entire summer with us in New Hampshire.

Feeling quite competent as an experienced mom of four with fifteen grand-kids and five great-grand-babies added to my résumé, I watched my son and his wife drive away on Thursday morning.

That afternoon, with a GPS and my grandson’s help, I managed to find my granddaughter’s daycare.

We enjoyed a dinner of macaroni and cheese with bacon on the side. (I let them decide the menu.)

As we prepared to settle down to watch TV, gathering blankies and pillows, dimming lights and putting away toys, a three-foot Mickey Mouse hid in the walking space between the couch and the wall.

Feeling quite happy as we headed for the couch, my right foot stepped on Mickey Mouse and given the slick tiles beneath him, I was immediately airborne.

My left knee hit the floor first, then the palms of both hands and last, I made contact with the tile with the right side of my face.

It was blackness and silence for about twenty seconds when I assume I was unconscious, and then I heard my two grandchildren screaming, “Grammy, Grammy, are you okay? Grammy?”

The little one also kept asking if I was asleep.

When I could finally raise my head and answer them, I reassured them that I was fine and that I was just going to have one heck of a black eye.

We hammered some ice in a towel for an icepack as I continued to assure them I was okay.

My eye swelled and began to turn black, blue and red. My head pounded on one side and my knee swelled to double its size.

I could barely move my hands.

I had to reassure my granddaughter numerous times that it wasn’t her fault that Grammy fell and I reminded her that I was the one who had brought Mickey Mouse into the living-room.

My favorite thing in the world is spending time with my grandchildren, so giving in to these injuries was not an option.

As we finally settled down to watch TV, I began to thank God because I considered how badly this all could have ended.

I could have split my entire head open with the force of the fall and I could have stayed unconscious and not gotten back up which would have left my two grandkids without anyone there to watch them. I could have died and they would have had that memory burned into their heads.

I asked my grandson what he would have done if I hadn’t got back up and he said, “I would have called 911.”

“That’s great,” I told him, “but in an emergency where you would be left alone, also call another adult to come over, your aunt or your other grandmother.”

I continued to thank God over and over as I relived the fall in my mind and realized just how bad it could have been.

It was definitely a miracle that I hadn’t split my head open. Just one small cut over my eyebrow.

I woke the next morning with the worst sinus headache I had ever met, and all the symptoms of a severe head cold but I was just grateful to be alive.

I had an incredible visit with my precious grand-kids in spite of my handicaps and went on to spend the next week with my daughter and her kids. (All together, I visited with seven grand-kids and two great-granddaughters.)

By then my knee was really hurting and I couldn’t get up stairs without assistance, so I had to swallow my pride and allow my daughter and my grand-kids to help me.

The flight home was a day of hell on earth. Besides my exhaustion from carrying on hurting and sick for two weeks, as the air pressure fluctuated, so did the pain in my head and my right ear.

I saw my doctor when I returned home.

I was still bearing a black eye and limping.

He was so mad I hadn’t been checked out after I fell.

Maybe in a perfect world, but I was functioning and alive and not willing to spend $1200 dollars for an emergency room doctor to tell me that I had a slight concussion and to take it easy.

I had my older sister to warn me to take it easy and now I was home, my doctor ordered a cat scan that told me nothing and he gave me a prescription for the sinus infection. He never even checked my knee but he did pronounce a slight concussion.

As I go through hundreds of awesome pictures from my family vacation, my black eye prominent, I am so grateful that God gave me another miracle.

I was almost done in by a three-foot Mickey Mouse, but God picked me up off the floor, damaged and bruised, but functioning and alive, amen.

Moments…

My grandson, Cole, last summer.

My Grandson Brought Me Butterflies

When I lived in Florida, I had hundreds of caterpillars and butterflies living in my Passion flowers.

My greatest pleasure in the morning was going out to see them on the porch screen waiting for me.

I know it’s hard to believe, but if you had seen their little faces pressed up to the screen waiting for me, you would believe.

I would whisper softly to them and they would land on me and land in front of me.

They would hold still and pose for pictures and if you know butterflies, you know they don’t hold still.

We moved back to New England almost three years ago and since then, I have been in short supply of butterflies. I’ve maybe seen five and they were tiny white ones.

My grandson Cole came in June to spend the summer with us. He’s been here for about three weeks and I have seen five or six huge yellow and black butterflies flying by my gardens, even doing flybys as I sit on my porch.

Yesterday, one flew right over my shoulder.

When I lived in Florida, I was known as the Butterfly Whisperer because they would land on me and pose for pictures.

Here in New Hampshire I have been the Butterfly Misser, but no more.

The butterfly drought is over.

Thank you, Cole.

You brought me butterflies.

Thank you, Michelle Marie for the art!

A Note To Trey

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Dear Trey, I don’t know if you believe me, but this is all true. Don’t waste this second chance at life that He has given you, love Grammy Jeanne

Friday evening after supper I began to grow very restless and I paced around the house.
My sister asked me what was wrong because it was her house I was pacing and I told her I was worried about one of my grandkids, that I had a really bad feeling that I was going to lose one soon.
She and I talked for a few minutes and then I said, “I’m not gonna lose a grandchild.”
I went outside and I raised my hands to the gray sky and I prayed that God would cover all my grandchildren with my angels. (Yes, I have angels watching over me and the more I send out, the more I receive.)
The next morning, Saturday morning, I was reading my angel cards and I took a picture of the layout so I would remember which cards I had pulled…in one picture there was an unexplainable patch of white with a red spot sitting beside my cards in the picture. But the patch of white and the red spot didn’t exist on the table, only in the picture.
My sister Sue looked at it and said that’s an angel. When I turned it to view it the way I had taken it, it was an angel with pink wings and a big red blood spot in the middle of her face…
So, then I don’t think too much of it till Saturday night when I get the call from my daughter, telling me that my 17-year-old grandson Trey had been shot in the face.
He had suffered a lot of damage to his lower jaw, but he was alive and the prognosis was good.
I knew then…my angels had indeed covered him, kept him alive, kept him from severe brain damage and I knew that one special angel had shown me on Saturday morning that she had him covered with the blood of Jesus.
Thank you God and thank you angels. Amen