To My Unborn Grandchild: A Letter Full of Anticipation, Love, and Fear

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Before you became a grandma, you probably heard other grandmas talk about how wonderful it is. They’d say there’s nothing else like it.

I used to think, “Okay, we get it!” I wanted to shout it out loud—but instead, I just smiled, nodded, and rolled my eyes when no one was watching.

Now, years later, you know the truth: grandkids really are that special!

You’ve probably noticed by now—I love to write. I write lists, fill out my planner, and even work through my feelings in a journal or a letter.

Today, I want to share a letter I wrote just before I became a grandma for the first time. Looking back now, it makes me smile. But I still remember how nervous and excited I felt, like it was just yesterday.

Dear Sweet Little One,

I don’t know your name yet, or whose eyes you’ll have, or what kind of laugh you’ll bring into this world—but oh, how I already love you.

You are not even here, and still, my heart has made room for you in a way I didn’t know was possible. I imagine what your tiny fingers will feel like when they wrap around mine. I wonder what dreams will light up your imagination, what music will make you dance, and what stories will make you giggle. Just thinking about you brings tears to my eyes.

I pray for you every night. I pray that your entrance into this world is safe and gentle. I pray that you grow strong, kind, and brave. And I pray that somehow, I’ll be the kind of grandma who helps you feel safe, seen, and deeply loved every step of the way.

But if I’m honest, there’s a part of me that’s scared too.

The world feels so heavy sometimes. The noise, the fear, the rush—it’s all so different from the one I grew up in. I worry about the things you’ll face: the pressure to be perfect, the dangers that hide behind screens, and the way kindness can sometimes feel like it’s in short supply.

I wish I could protect you from it all.

But here’s what I can do: I can be a soft place for you to land. I can cheer you on from the sidelines. I can teach you how to bake cookies, how to say “please” and “thank you,” and how to find hope even on the hardest days.

Most of all, I can love you—loudly, fiercely, and without condition.

You were chosen for this world. And somehow, God chose me to be your grandma. That thought alone leaves me speechless with gratitude.

Until I get to hold you in my arms, I’ll hold you in my heart.

I love you, and I can’t wait to meet you. 

I still feel a lot of the same emotions—especially the worry about what’s ahead—but now I feel more confident as a grandma. Am I perfect? Not even close! But I love my grandkids more than anything, and I know I’m doing my best. (They seem to like me, so I must be doing something right!)

If you’re about to become a grandma, I hope my words bring you a little comfort. You’ve got this, Grandma!

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