Grandma raising Grandson

Unexpectedly becoming a full-time grandparent

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Hi, I’m Genevieve a proud grandmother raising my grandson full-time. Our journey began unexpectedly, with challenges I never imagined—like discovering my grandson was born exposed to methamphetamines during the COVID hospital restrictions. But through every obstacle, love and determination have been my guiding lights. This blog is my way of sharing our story, offering support, and connecting with other grandparents and guardians navigating the same path. Here, you’ll find honest stories, practical advice, and hope for anyone raising a child under extraordinary circumstances. Welcome to our community — you’re not alone.

  • Asking for Prayers

    This Friday is going to be one of the hardest days of my life my daughter’s sentencing day. As a mother, there are no words to describe the heaviness I feel in my heart right now. Watching your child go through struggles you can’t fix or take away is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

    I know that whatever happens, God already has a plan for her life. Still, the waiting, the unknown, and the fear of what’s to come is overwhelming. More than anything, I’m holding onto faith and asking for strength not just for me, but for her as well.

    I truly believe in the power of prayer, and I’m asking for all of yours. Please lift my daughter up in your thoughts and prayers this week. Pray for mercy, for peace, and for a chance at redemption and a brighter future.

    Thank you to those who have been walking with me through this difficult season. Your support means more than you will ever know. 💜

  • What are my favorite types of foods?

    My Favorite Foods: Fresh, Simple, and a Little Sweet

    If you know me, you know I could talk about food all day. I love meals that are full of flavor but still leave me feeling light and happy and that’s why Mediterranean food is at the top of my list. Give me a plate with grilled fish, roasted veggies, a scoop of hummus, and a drizzle of good olive oil, and I’m in heaven. There’s just something about those fresh, colorful ingredients that feels like you’re taking care of yourself while enjoying every bite.

    Of course, I can’t forget about dessert. My all-time favorite sweet treat is dark chocolate with sea salt. It’s that perfect mix of smooth, rich chocolate with just a little salty crunch. It feels like a treat, but not an overindulgence, and I love how just a square or two can completely brighten my day.

    For me, food is about balance. I love the meals that fuel me, but I also love those little indulgences that make life sweet.

  • How often do I walk or run?

    Finding Time for Fitness When You Have a Five Year Old

    Being a mom (or grandma) to a five-year old means life is full of energy, noise, and endless “Mom, look at this!” moments. It’s rewarding, but it also means it’s easy to put yourself last especially when it comes to working out and taking care of your own health.

    For me, I’ve found that it doesn’t have to be one or the other. Taking care of myself helps me show up better for my little one. Some days, I hop on my Peloton and squeeze in a ride. Other days, I roll out a mat and do a quick workout right in the living room while my five-year-old plays nearby (or sometimes joins in with jumping jacks!).

    The truth is, it doesn’t have to be perfect. A 20 minute ride or a quick strength session is still something and something adds up. More importantly, it sets an example. Our kids see us making health a priority, and it plants the seed that moving your body is a normal and positive part of life.

    So, to all the parents out there: don’t wait for “perfect” conditions to exercise. Move when you can, where you can, and however you can. You’ll feel better, you’ll have more energy, and you’ll be teaching your child the importance of self-care.

    Because the truth is, taking care of yourself is taking care of them too. 💪


  • 5 Red Flags to Watch Out For in People 🚩


    1️⃣ Never takes responsibility always blaming others.
    2️⃣ Constantly negative or critical drains your energy.
    3️⃣ Manipulative or controlling guilt-tripping or pressuring you.
    4️⃣ Lacks empathy dismisses your feelings or others’ struggles.
    5️⃣ Inconsistent or unreliable flakes on plans or breaks promises.


    💡 Trust your gut. Healthy relationships are built on respect, honesty, and mutual care.


    #RedFlags #HealthyBoundaries #RelationshipTips #SelfCare #TrustYourInstincts

  • 🤧 Asthma & Colds in Little Ones: What Parents Need to Know

    When your child has asthma, even a common cold can make breathing tricky. Here’s how to stay on top of it:

    💨 Follow your asthma action plan know what to do if symptoms flare.

    💨 Use medications as prescribed rescue inhalers + daily controllers.

    💨 Watch for warning signs persistent cough, wheezing, shortness of breath.

    💨 Keep the air clear no smoke, reduce dust, use a humidifier.

    💨 Fluids & rest water, warm soups, and plenty of sleep help recovery.

    🚨 Emergency? Seek help if breathing is labored or lips/fingertips turn blue.

    💡 Tip: Track symptoms to identify triggers and stay ahead of flare-ups!

    #AsthmaAwareness #ParentTips #ChildHealth #ColdSeason #HealthyKids

  • Walking This Road

    There are days when my heart feels heavy. Watching my child struggle with meth addiction has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced as a mother. Addiction doesn’t just take hold of the person using it ripples out and affects the whole family.

    Because of this, I now find myself raising my grandchild. It’s not a role I ever pictured for myself at this stage in life, but it’s one I take on with love. My grandchild deserves stability, safety, and all the love I can give, even while my heart quietly aches for my own child to find healing.

    Some days I feel torn between the grief of what my child is going through and the joy of watching my grandchild grow. It’s not an easy road, but it’s one I walk with faith, determination, and hope.

    I know I’m not the only one in this situation. Are there others out there raising their grandchildren because of addiction? Have you found ways to cope, to balance the heartbreak and the blessings?

    If this is your journey too, I would love to hear from you. Maybe by sharing, we can lift each other up and remind ourselves that while this path is hard, we don’t have to walk it alone.

  • What does my ideal home look like?

    My Dream Home

    When I think about my ideal home, it’s not about how big it is or how fancy it looks it’s about the life that happens inside it. I picture a home where my grandson can grow up, run around freely, and always feel safe and loved. A place filled with the smell of good food cooking, where family gathers in the backyard for barbecues, laughter, and stories that will be remembered for years.

    I imagine a space where friends are always welcome, where there’s enough room for people to sit, talk, and just enjoy being together. A home with warmth in every corner not just from the sunlight, but from the love we pour into it.

    Most of all, I want a place where my grandson will always know he has roots, where he can look back and say, “That’s where I grew up, and that’s where I was surrounded by love.”

    That, to me, is the perfect home. Not the walls or the furniture, but the memories made, the laughter shared, and the love that grows stronger each day.

  • My Five-Year-Old Picky Eater

    Raising my grandson has taught me that picky eating is a stage many little ones go through especially at age five. Some nights he’ll ask for chicken nuggets, and the very next night he swears he doesn’t like them anymore. I’ve learned to take a deep breath and not turn dinner into a power struggle. Letting him help pick out a vegetable at the store or stir the pot makes him more curious to try it. We celebrate small victories like when he ate one tiny piece of broccoli and smiled. Those little moments remind me that progress is better than perfection.

  • Why do I Blog?

    I blog because writing helps me process life while also connecting with others who might be walking a similar path. My blog is a space where I can share my experiences whether it’s the joys and struggles of raising my grandson, navigating challenges like health changes or big life transitions, or simply sharing recipes, parenting tips, or daily reflections.

    I do it to document my journey, but also to encourage, inspire, or comfort someone else who might be going through the same thing. Blogging gives me both an outlet for my own thoughts and a way to reach people who need to know they’re not alone.

  • What brings a tear of joy to my eye?

    Some days, raising my grandson brings me to tears but not the sad kind. The kind that come when I see him laugh so hard his little belly shakes, or when he runs to me with arms wide open. Those are the moments that remind me I’m right where I’m supposed to be. He is my joy, my purpose, and my reason for pushing through the hard days.

    But there’s another side to my story. While I’m here raising him, his mother my daughter is not with us. She’s serving time, and our conversations happen through the phone. Those calls are never easy, but lately, they’ve given me something I haven’t felt in a long time: hope.

    She’s been taking the RISE class in jail, a program helping her work on sobriety and rebuilding her life. When I hear her talk about beginning to love herself again even slowly my heart feels both heavy and light at the same time. Heavy because of all the pain that led us here, but light because maybe, just maybe, she’s finding her way back.

    It brings tears of joy to my eyes knowing that while I’m giving my grandson stability and love on the outside, his mama is also taking steps to heal on the inside. My biggest prayer is that one day, he’ll see for himself the strength it took for both of us in different ways to love him enough to keep going.

    Life doesn’t always look like we imagined. Sometimes it’s messy, painful, and complicated. But in those moments when I hear my grandson’s laughter or my daughter’s voice filled with a little more hope, I know love is still winning. And that’s enough to carry me through.