GOING! GOING! GONE!

Do you have a box of kleenex?  I am almost out!  Okay so I am one of those grandmother's that just think their grandchildren are the greatest, the smartest, the best....you get the picture.  I have been so blessed to have them in my life every day.  We have a Hirz commune you know and I tell you it is the only way to feel like you have already died and gone to heaven...meaning eternal life. 

So why the kleenex?  Wait a minute, I have to blow my nose and wipe my tears....again!

Because our little commune...out little village is just not going to be the same.  First it was Mark and family moved to Tri-Cites because of his State Patrol job...there went Heather and Hilary.  His son Brent married Carolyn and are still in Provo.  The twins Ashley and Amber lived here on the farm and are in college far from here.  Okay,  I have adjusted to all that.  Now comes 4 more to leave.  Who gives all these kids permission to leave the nest?  I sure didn't...but then again they didn't ask my permission.  Who is going to do my personal shopping?   Who is going to clean my house each week?   Who is going to rub my head when I have a headache?   Who is going to rub my feet and make me feel like a queen? The next four all live here and three of them are sisters:  Cherise is going to dental hygienist school; Chayla and Makenna are going to BYU Idaho; and Maren is going to BYU Provo.  I swear they were just born yesterday.  I should never have closed my eyes as when I opened them they were all grown up.  Maren leaves in 5 days.  Kleenex please.  None of them seem to want to take me with them...they say their dorm rooms are really small.   What is a grandmother to do? Two years from now there will be four more leaving. 

I think I just better be grateful that I have had them so close their entire lives and I just better think about my last grandchild who isn't even here yet.  She is coming around July 7th.  This time I am not going to close my eyes and see her as a baby then all of a sudden a young adult leaving the nest.  No this one is going to take me all the way back to the beginning again...diapers, bottles, cries, rocking, singing to her, playing, reading.  Golly gee whiz....I have another chance to be a good grandmother.  Hopefully too one day Brent and Carolyn can move back and I can do the same with my great granddaughter Claire is now 4 months old. 

Yes, they are going, going, gone........but not for long.  God is giving me some more babies and one day our little Hirz village will be ringing with the sounds of laughter, giggling and no more tears from this grandmother.