Today my youngest grandchild, Lennon, had surgery to remove his tonsils and adenoids and to address sinus and lung issues. When I learned about the planned surgery, I was less than thrilled. The thought of him being put under anesthesia and kept at the hospital overnight caused me worry. After all, he is only 22 months old and with surgery there is always risk.
Alas, after many months of one illness after another, it was concluded that these items needed to be attended to in order to improve his future health prognosis. And so it was that I spent the afternoon into the evening today at Sanford. I wanted to be there before, during, and after Lennon’s surgery to make sure that he was okay. Somehow, in my grandma mind, my being there assured me that I would be close enough to take action if something happened. Not that I have any medical training or knowledge of how such things should be. None of my children had surgery or spent time in the hospital when they were young. But I do know one potent and relevant thing – I have grandma power.
Grandma power is unlike any other power. It is a power fueled by love and determination. Grandmas have already spent an inordinate amount of time keeping their own children safe. When it comes to a grandchild, a grandma needs to not only protect the grandchild, but to also protect the parent of the grandchild that she reared all those years. Grandmas are supercharged mothers.
When I left the hospital this evening Lennon was still in rough shape, but his spirits were improving. I needed to see him rallying to be able to feel comfortable taking my grandma power home. His parents are staying overnight at the hospital with him and his mama knows to call her mama if the grandma power is needed. In the meantime, I thank God for carrying Lennon safely through the surgery. There are some things grandma power cannot do – for some things you have to go to a higher power.
Day one thousand three hundred and eighty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da