What I love most about this photo from my granddaughter’s gingerbread house making event at her school yesterday, besides her smile, is the fact that there are four grandparents in the picture representing a ton of love.
When my oldest daughter was born between my junior and senior year of high school, I chose not to marry her father, but the woman who later did and who’s been an invaluable co-parent these many years is pictured: she rarely misses an event for our babies. I couldn’t be more humbled, despite the fact that it’s not been easy.
The grandfather in this picture is the kind of man with whom I’ve had countless conversations about showing up because even when his son and my daughter’s relationship wasn’t as strong as it is today, he has been committed to being present and to making sure all of our grandchildren feel his love and presence.
There is a bonus Nana in this photo who has worked tirelessly to make time to be in the lives of her bonus grandbabies as well.
I spoke to one grandparent nervously waiting for the event yesterday about families of different sizes and kinds and from all sorts of background (she was nervous about potentially seeing her ex-son-in-law). I proudly told her how my granddaughter was going to have four grandparents at the event representing several different relationship changes with adults over time, but that she would only know how loved she is.
It can be done.
Yes, my granddaughter’s teacher is pictured, but, besides my granddaughter the most important person in this photo is my daughter who took the day off, who lovingly included ALL of the grandparents, who is one heck of a mama.
These are the moments recovery has given me.