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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)

TITLE: Passing the Torch
By Annora Williams


Passing the Torch

Looking down into the face of the sleeping infant in her arms, Anna’s mind attempts to wrap itself around the idea that she is a grandmother. It seems to her that it was only yesterday that she and Ted were beaming with pride and joy as she held their newborn daughter. For so long they had prayed to be blessed with a child and twenty-five years ago their prayers had been answered.

When that twin set of blue lines appeared, Anna knew that a blessing had been bestowed on them. She also knew that big changes were on the way along with the precious life that was growing inside her. She could only imagine those changes at the time but they were ready for the challenge. With that first sight of those baby blues and full head of hair and the first hearty cry, her heart swelled with a love she had never fathomed. Over the years as they watched that baby grow into a toddler and mature into a teenager, she found it to be like watching a piece of her heart outside of her body.

Now standing in a hospital room with the blue wrapped bundle, Anna looks at her daughter with pride and tenderness in her eyes. She knows that it is time for her sweet Emily to embark on her own journey into motherhood. Anna’s job has not ended- as no mother’s job is ever complete- but her job description has changed. With this addition to the family, she now has a new title- Grandparent. If only Ted could have been here to share in this adventure with her. Smiling softly she looks up towards the ceiling and knows that he is watching over them. With a sense of peace, she mentally passes the motherhood torch on to the next generation and looks forward to her part of the ride to come.

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Laury Hubrich 04/10/08
This is a very sweet piece. Very good job.
Carolyn Cyphers04/10/08
Your article really makes me long for grandparenthood. great job!
Catrina Bradley 04/10/08
What a sweet sentiment! Very nice. You've gotten the events out of order in the 2nd paragraph: she sees the twin blue eyes, and then in the next sentence the life is still growing inside her. oops! I love the last line. Made me go "aawww" :) Great job on this topic!
Donna Emery04/10/08
A lovely story of a tradition that I've been through and you captured some of the myriad feelings that a prospective grandmother might feel.
Joshua Janoski04/11/08
"Over the years as they watched that baby grow into a toddler and mature into a teenager, she found it to be like watching a piece of her heart outside of her body."

I really liked the second part of that sentence. I can only imagine what it would be like to be a parent or grandparent and see part of you walking around. You described that well.

This piece was short but effective. I enjoyed it very much. I think you have a gift of words, and I look forward to seeing more of your writing. :)
Lyn Churchyard04/12/08
Oh what a sweet story. I remember well the feeling of holding my firstborn and my first grandchild. There is nothing like either experience.

LOL just when a mother thinks her work is done, she becomes a grandmother.

Well done!
Amanda Williams01/26/09
I think this story is beautifully written. I love the word pictures you paint.