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The Five Unexpected Gifts of Becoming ‘Grandma’

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

A few weeks ago, I announced the birth of my new granddaughter, Sophia. What a little bean she is! We’re completely in love with her, as you can imagine.

Becoming a grandmother—it’s still strange to even say it—has been both beautiful and unexpected. I never had a clear picture of what I thought it would feel like. We go from season to season in life, and while I knew this one was coming, I didn’t expect it to arrive wrapped in so many unanticipated emotions and thoughts.

I know it’s normal. Change is as inevitable as the sun rising and setting. I’ve raised two daughters; I’m a mother—and I still don’t entirely know what that means, even though they’re grown. Sometimes I still feel like a kid myself, even in this 56-year-old body with all its menopause weirdness.

But being a grandmother? That’s something different. I always imagined it as a place of honor in my daughter’s life, yet that’s not exactly how it feels. I’m not sure what I expected, but what I’ve experienced has been beautifully strange. So here are my top five “unexpectedlys.”

Unexpectedly Different

Growing up, the word grandmother was spoken in one of two tones: a quiet, reverent one for the matriarch who ruled my aunt’s house from the kitchen table with her Solitaire cards and Jeopardy, or a whimsical one for the Italian woman upstairs who yelled at my dad and bought our affection with candy from her underwear drawer.

I feel neither regal nor whimsical. I feel pure, unfiltered joy. That’s it. And it surprises me every time.

Unexpectedly Wealthy

Financially wealthy? Absolutely not. 😄
But suddenly I feel this deep desire to help—to ease the burden of the endless list of baby expenses. No one prepares you for that part, and my daughter and son-in-law are in the “shock and awe” phase even though they prepared well.

I find myself tossing diapers and formula into my cart and then reminding myself (more than once) that my son-in-law is a fantastic provider and my daughter is wise and frugal… which means I can put the diapers back, slowly back away from the formula, and return that money to my retirement fund. 😄

Unexpectedly Energetic

I am a proud couch-dwelling homebody. My life, my job, my cozy hobbies—crochet, embroidery, reading—they all happen from the comfort of my favorite spot.

I’m healthy, but as my older daughter insists, I am fluffy, not fat. And yes, I could stand to lose more than a few pounds. When I first learned Sophia was coming, I got motivated… then unmotivated… then re-motivated… and then my birthday happened, and Thanksgiving, and Christmas. You know how it goes.

But now she’s here. I’ve held her. I’ve seen her tiny face. And suddenly living a healthier life doesn’t feel optional—it feels necessary. For me, yes, but also for her. I want to be the grandma who rides bikes, plays on the floor, takes long walks, goes exploring. I can’t do those things for long stretches right now, but Sophia has become the best unexpected motivator I could have ever asked for.

Unexpectedly Prayerful

There’s so much facing kids today. Even more facing parents trying to raise a godly child. Social media can be brutal—post one picture of your baby and complete strangers feel entitled to tear you apart. And women… we can be the worst to each other. “Women empowering women” is sometimes more slogan than truth.

As my daughter grew up, she lived out her faith boldly, especially in high school, and she paid a lonely price for it. But she never wavered. And God blessed her with a husband who won’t waver either. Together, they’ll be a strong, steady, Christ-centered force in Sophia’s life.

My role is to pray for them—and it is both my job and my privilege. They will need it.

Unexpectedly Hopeful

I feel a kind of hope I’ve never felt before. I’ve visited Sophia twice, and each time I take a thousand pictures. My daughter sends me pictures constantly, and I look at them several times a day.

I think about who Sophia will be. What she’ll love. What I’ll get to teach her. What she might teach me.
I hope she likes me.
I hope I’m enough.
I hope I can pass down the wisdom my own sweet mother gave me.
I hope that even though I live three hours away, she always feels me near.

I hope, I hope, I hope.

Pam Brown once wrote, “Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you’re just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.” It’s true! I hold a kind of wisdom my daughter doesn’t have, simply because of the era I lived through. I remember phones attached to the wall, VCRs costing $700, VHS tapes over $100. (I saved $80 for my first Duran Duran video—an eternity of babysitting money.) I remember libraries before the internet.

A whole age of technology unfolded while I grew up. I’ll be able to tell Sophia all about it. And then I’ll teach her the simple things too—the joy of a blooming flower, the beauty in a piece of classical music, the deep appreciation for everything God gives us to enjoy.

This feels like the best season of my life—one I’ve been preparing for without even knowing it.And now it’s here.
And it’s wonderful.

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February 2025

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

When I started out with this idea of posting a monthly life update, I didn’t mean to be so inconsistent. However, here I am, almost four months later, and just now finding time to write again.

I’m not going to try to backtrack too much. My family enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving and a quiet, comfortable Christmas. 2024 ended with a bang as I was involved in my first car wreck since my early twenties. I spent most of January dealing with the fall out of that.

God is so very faithful! Even when we are not. I still feel so undeserving of his total provision and yet, this car accident is proof of that very thing. Provision! I spoke it out immediately. I believed it immediately. God has surpassed by expectations.

And He’s not done yet! There is still more to come!!

At the beginning of February, I held a baby shower for my baby girl and her husband. My home filled to overflowing with so many folks who came out to celebrate. Of course, my anxiety and perfectionism kicked in causing me several panicky moments. (Oh, when will I ever learn!) My sister and niece came up from Tennessee and it was such a blessing to have them here! I love it when we can be together!

Emilie and Ben were blessed multiple times over with so many gifts. My sister, who has organized corporate parties, helped me with the food. My stepmom brought a lovely fruit tray, and we had perfect weather. What a wonderful day for them!

We finally got some winter weather in the form of about 4 inches of snow and a couple ice “events”. I love snow but I love it most on the weekends when I don’t have to go out anywhere. As a Midwest girl, born and raised, I know how to drive in the snow and I’m not afraid. However, I don’t like others who drive in any bad weather like they’re in a hurry to meet Jesus. It doesn’t help that I’m also still suffering from some residual trauma from my accident so driving has its challenging moments on dry pavement, let alone in slippery conditions.  

I purchased a new car – I had to, really, as my other car was totaled. But I’m loving my new car, and I plan to pay her off and drive her until bits and pieces are falling out behind me. She’s a 2022 Hyundai Sonata and she’s a comfort car! Definitely one of the most luxurious cars I’ve ever owned so I’m very happy with her. Again, God’s perfect provision!

On a financial note, I’ve waged war against my debt. I don’t have a lot of it but what I do have, I’ve decided to put as much as I can towards getting it paid off. I’ve been using Dave Ramsey’s snowball method and already have paid off 2 credit cards! I have one more to go and then a small personal loan (I know, it’s a complete no-no!). Money has been on my mind lately as I’ve put some big goals into place. While praying about it, I felt God challenge me to go big in my giving and go even bigger in my faith.

So, God told me to ask BIG. And I did. I’m 56 years old. I want to retire when I’m supposed to and when I do, I want the house that I just bought last year to be completely paid off. I want to own nothing to no one. No house mortgage. No car payment. I want to be completely debt free by the time I retire.

Creatively, I struggled just a wee bit. I have way too many incomplete projects and more ideas and plans than I can shake a stick at. I also have a deficit of knowledge where some much-needed technology is concerned (like Procreate and learning to read crochet patterns). I allowed it to all bash me about mentally and put me in a bit of a funk. So, I took a weekend off from crafting, put my phone down (no Pinterest) and did some reading. I haven’t spent a weekend with a book in a really long time. It felt really good to get back into the old groove and even better not having a crochet needle in my hand, if only for a little while.

I read The Crow Trap, which is the first of the Vera Stanhope books by Ann Cleeves. It’s a long read as Ann doesn’t rush when introducing her characters. In fact, the character of Vera Stanhope isn’t fully realized until you’re almost halfway through the book. It was very good and, after finishing that, quickly picked up the next one in the series called Telling Tales. Again, it didn’t take me long to get through it. All in all, I was pleased to have my reading mojo back.

I can’t tell what helped me creatively more, reading or not spinning through Pinterest. I think I might give myself a social media break for lent and just refocus a bit. More God. More Word. More ideas. More finishing what I started. That’s a big goal for me for 2025. I don’t mind having a few projects going at once, but I have many more than that at the moment and it’s starting to grate against my anxiety. Too many tabs are open and I need to close a few.

After another long really cold snap, we’re finally warming up. It’s giving me Spring vibes in a huge way. This is the time of year when I count down to when the clocks turn back, and I wait for the snow to melt, revealing an ugly brown carpet of mud and dead grass. Spring is an ugly time of year as far as I’m concerned. However, I’m ready to put away the heavy coats, scarves, hats and gloves in favor of rain jackets, umbrellas and Wellingtons. It’s time to come out of hibernation, get out in the sunshine and take some walks. Already, I’ve noticed new blooms on the trees and increased birdsong. I can’t wait to sit outside and soak it all up.

February ended on a super high note! And you can read all about it here! I’m absolutely in love! God is so very good. And this next season of my life is about to be the best yet!

Photo courtesy of Glen Carrie via Unsplash.com

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Three Months Later…

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

Hello all! I’m back from a bit of a break. Three months, to be exact. I didn’t plan it and I certainly haven’t been idle. These months have been a bit crazy.

So first, I moved into a new home. It takes time to settle into a new space. From unpacking to repacking stuff you thought you needed but now realize you can live without to decorating, it’s all very joyful, very tiring and very time consuming. There are new routines to discover and build. I moved to a completely new area so I’m learning my way around the town. I am adjusting to a new work from home space. My dog also needed some TLC as he sniffed and smelled his way around his new digs. I’m living with family members I haven’t lived with for years and years and while we get along, living with them is definitely different from visiting with them. We moved closer to my dad and stepmom so that was also an adjustment. I’m even adjusting to new weather patterns as weather here on the south side tends to be a bit more dramatic than what I’ve been used to. Isn’t that something?

Then the cicadas came. Boy, did they ever. My neighborhood was swarmed with them. They covered our trees, flew in our faces and were so very loud. I’m not a huge bug fan so this was not fun for me at all. Each morning, I rose early to get Percy out on his first long walk of the day while they were still clicking away in their sleep. Once they woke up, it was a quick run out, praying for Percy to be quick about his business before heading into the garage to shake myself down, not wanting to invite any of these things into my new home. I managed but my poor sister didn’t fare as well. After doing some gardening, she brought one into the house, clinging precariously to her jeans. Thankfully, my older sister was able to quickly show it the door. In steamy hot temperatures, I covered myself head to toe each time to walk Percy and even then, I still had to pull a few off of me. I hate bugs! I hate cicadas!

Shelby’s hours changed and since I’m her ride to and from work, my sleep hours changed as well. She went from working 8pm to 630am to 5am to 130pm. I get up at 4am now during the week which I’m not a fan of. But I am a fan of Shelby (😊) so I endure. It’s actually been good for our bank accounts as before, we were running through Stan’s Donuts, Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks on the way home when she got off at 630am. We no longer do that as many places are still closed at 430am when we’re leaving. So yay for more money. We only have about 6 different ways to make and enjoy coffee here in our new home so why we still feel we need to buy coffee out is beyond me. Yet, I do it as often as I can.

Coffee and yarn are two pleasure purchases for me. I can never have enough of either.

Shelby and I found a new church – yes, even that changed for us. I love meeting new people and then I don’t like meeting new people. I always feel like I wear everything that’s wrong with me on the outside, like a paper tag clipped to clothing. And it all points to them deciding I’m not worth knowing. Ah…the fear of rejection. Someday, this too shall be conquered within my soul, and I’ll be the beaming ray of sunshine I long to be without any hesitation or hindrance. So far, the only way I know to overcome this is to dive into the deep end, put myself out there and just be me.

I’ve also been crocheting a lot. I haven’t touched an embroidery needle since we moved. I’ve bought patterns but there’s been no actual execution. Crochet, planning crochet, buying yarn, and looking up new patterns has been a huge focus for me at the moment.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I treated myself to a Nintendo Switch Lite. I bought the game Animal Crossing; New Horizons. What a time suck!! But so much fun!!! I struggle with enjoying things like this because I always feel I SHOULD be productive, even in my down time. I tend to be pretty hard on myself so giving myself permission to do something fun like this has been…well…nice. I’m enjoying it.

So, what’s next? Getting back to Friday Fives, because they’re conversational and I like a good quiz. Posts showing more crochet projects and what I’m working on. I went on a small trip recently that was really fun and informative. And some personal news to share as soon as I’m able.

Until then, have faith in God that everything’s going to be ok, give yourself some love because you deserve it and find joy in imperfect things (and people).

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Apartment Life vs House Life

Posted on by Vikki Lynn Sorensen

This time next year, I will be happily moved out of my apartment and into my forever house – or what I hope will be my forever home. At almost 55 years old, I sincerely hope the next move will be the last one.

The last time I lived in a single family home, it was 2006. Since then, I spent 12 years in a townhome and the last 4 years in an apartment. So I’m looking forward to single family home life.

I admit, there are things I love about apartment life. Things I’ll always love. Like the low maintenance. Should something, like the AC unit or the dishwasher break, I call someone. There’s no stressing about how to pay for it all. There’s also a sense of community. At least there is where I live. Everyone looks out for each other, greets other and helps each other. We meet up in common places like the front foyer to collect our mail, the laundry room and the elevator. We talk about our lives, our kids and our pets. (I live in a very dog friendly building.)

However, there is a down side. Such as lack of privacy. Even though my complex is quiet, not many are. I still hear thumping from above. One step in the hallway and I could tell you what my neighbors are cooking for dinner – an odor that every once in a while invades my home. The building across the way makes me feel like I’m a character in Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window. And just last week, someone decided to sneak their laundry in with mine. (EW!)

Will I miss it? Perhaps. I love the grounds, the lake and the compactness of it all.

As always, there’s pros and cons of house life. I know there may be times when I may fret a bit over a broken appliance or a roof shingle that’s been dislodged. I know the grass will need to be cut and the snow shoveled which are all things I do not concern myself with now. I’ll still have to park outside (although, it won’t take 2 walks down long hallways and an elevator ride to get to my car). I know a house is a huge expense and when you buy a house, you essentially buy a neighborhood.

Would I choose it over apartment life? Absolutely.

I can’t wait to cut my own grass. And my Pinterest is full of decorating ideas for my bedroom with walls I can actually paint. If I don’t like the floor, I can change it. I can’t wait to decorate for all the holidays. I pray our neighbors are kind, gentle people with whom I can share a cup of sugar or some cookies. I plan on sitting outside on Halloween night, dressed as something fun and passing out candy. I dream of a backyard with a patio/deck that I can sit out in with a hot mug of tea on a crisp autumn morning wrapped up in bathrobe and wearing my birth control glasses. I look forward to long walks throughout my neighborhood.

Most importantly, I cannot wait to share my life with not just my daughter but my two sisters. God help whatever house we get! Four grown women, all very independent, strong-willed and with our own personalities under one roof. I suspect much hilarity, fun, tears, comfort and lots of food.

One last thing you can’t always have in an apartment is a garage. I can’t wait for a garage. My first big purchase will be a bike with a basket on it. I plan on riding throughout the neighborhood with flowers in my basket and straw hat on my head. You know, over my safety helmet.

Less than 300 days to go. Nine more rent payments to go before they morph into mortgage payments. These are the days I look forward to, among so many others. These days will be blessed.

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash