Blog Tour & Guest Blogger Cynthia Ruchti: A Grandma Too Soon is Still a Grandma
A Grandma Too Soon is Still a Grandma
By Becky Trundle, When the Morning Glory Blooms
I’m Becky Trundle from When the Morning Glory Blooms. You can read my story within the pages of that book. But there’s more. Some of it I didn’t dare tell the author. Some of it I didn’t dare tell myself until now.
I became a grandma too soon. I wasn’t ready. My daughter really wasn’t ready. I don’t know how I expected to hear those words, “Mom, I’m pregnant.” Maybe over Thanksgiving dinner ten years from now. Maybe I’d open a Christmas gift and find a tiny pair of booties or a pacifier or a bib that says, “I’m a heart-stealer. I’ve already got Grammie’s.”
I didn’t expect those words to come out of my only daughter in the middle of her junior year in high school. The picture in my mind didn’t match that one in any way. Lauren ran for the bathroom twice during breakfast that morning. She didn’t have the flu. She wasn’t bulimic. Whew.
She was pregnant.
She thought I was angry. That wasn’t it. I was sad. Incredibly sad because of the bucket of hardships that stood beyond the pronouncement “Mom, I’m pregnant.” How would she finish high school? Was college out of the picture now? Could she sustain a job and a decent grade point average? Would her crash course in parenting turn her into a real parent? Teen moms can become awesome moms. They can have amazing futures. I wasn’t sure Lauren was that kind of teen mom, or that I could help her become one without one of the two of us losing our sanity.
And—you’re the only one who will know—I felt cheated of the Moment, the one where Lauren and her husband would whisper to each other, fighting hard to hold back their smiles, then wait as Gil and I opened the envelopes with matching keychains—World’s Best Grandpa, World’s Best Grandma. Or mugs. Or aonesie emblazoned with the message “First Grandchild…explains a lot, doesn’t it?”
But a grandma too soon is still a grandma. And none of this is unsurvivable. She’ll get through high school. She’s brighter than recent decisions would reflect. And she has a mom who may be inexperienced at parenting a teen mom, but I’m fiercely determined to learn how it’s done.
When I took Lauren to her first prenatal visit, we exited that department following a stoop-shouldered woman about my age with a baby-bumped daughter even younger than Lauren. They walked in silence on opposite sides of the hall, clinging to their respective walls, it seemed. Lauren and I watched as the mom eventually stretched her hand across the gap and the girl tentatively reached to take it.
Lauren and I were already holding hands. We’ll be okay.
Cynthia Ruchti is an author and speaker who tells stories of Hope-that-glows-in-the-dark through her novels, nonfiction, women’s events, and outlets related to the Heartbeat of the Home radio broadcast she wrote and produced for thirty-three years. She and her plot-tweaking husband live in the heart of Wisconsin, not far from their three children and five joy-giving grandchildren.
Her latest book is the Christian fiction, When the Morning Glory Blooms.
You can learn more about Cynthia and her writing and speaking at www.cynthiaruchti.com.