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Good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley!  I awoke early today knowing that my column needs to be written and submitted.  I got my coffee and settled in at the table to open my phone to answer early-morning texts. Quiet on the home front with requests, I opened Facebook to see a Meme that said, “You can’t tell me what to do – I have a granddaughter.”  Inspiration filled me with what to share today.

            Everywhere I go in public, I see things that my granddaughter loves.  Nary does a shopping trip end up without bringing her something that reminded me of her, showing her that she is always in my heart and thoughts.  To say she is spoiled is an understatement.  It doesn’t take much “out-of-pocket-expense” to prove it because she is so easy to please.  As a child, I suppose she doesn’t quite recognize the fact that I know her so well and want to SHOW her how much I love her.  She, as an 11-year-old, probably just receives the excitement that her favorite treats or things are provided.  Some day, I’m sure, she will look back on her youth and understand just how deeply loved she was/is.

            I have been fortunate to be in the delivery room with almost all of my grandchildren when they came into this world.  Lucky enough to hold some of them before even their daddy.  It warms my heart to remember.  Before I introduce you to Kathryn, I want to tell you my first experience as a grandparent watching my grandchild being born. 

            The moment I heard that my step-daughter was pregnant, I INTUIVELY KNEW I needed to be present for the birth.  I received permission to go to Lamaze with Jaime and Lee to become their labor coach.  Her water broke and Lee and I ended up in her room in the hospital together.  At one point, I was sitting in a chair in the corner, closed my eyes and opened myself to the Presence of God.  Every bit of her progression was demonstrating a forthcoming possible C-Section and I wanted to remain at peace and allow God’s Grace to go before me.

            The moment arrived.  “Houston, we have a problem.”  The doctor stated that an emergency C-Section was imminent…but only one of us could go into the operating room.  My heart sunk.  I knew Lee would want to be with Jaime.  However, I was startled by his comment, “YOU have to be with her, Gloria!”  Stunned, I replied, “But, Lee…you are the daddy – surely you want to be with her.”  He firmly said, “No!  YOU HAVE TO BE WITH HER, GLORIA!”

            Of course, I wanted to be with her and off we went.  They prepped Jaime and I was allowed into the room.  I was standing at her side with the drape on my left, stroking her hair softly and watching as the doctor put forceps up inside her.  Jaime had gained weight and although she was only 5’2” – she was a hefty 200 lb. woman laying on that table.  With the doctor’s strength, he used manly strength and pulled HARD twice on the forceps.  In my mind, I was thinking, “OMG!  He is yanking on my grandbaby’s head that hard?!”

            The doctor removed the forceps and asked for a different one.  Before he placed them inside Jaime, he bowed his head in prayer and did the Catholic hand symbol and pulled so hard, he was moving Jaime down the table towards him.  NOW I was beginning to get very concerned and still attempting to keep a calm look on my face for Jaime.

            The doctor stated firmly, “We can’t wait for the Emergency surgeon – we have to cut her open NOW.”  He stood at my left.  I was completely stunned as He used scissors to cut my step-daughter open, (not a scalpel!)  As he snipped across her abdomen, I remember thinking it sounded like he was cutting fabric, not my beloved’s skin.  He laid the scissors on her upper right thigh and opened her, gently moving organs out of his way.  Kolton was so wedged that he made an actually popping sound as he came up and out of the womb.

            Being lifted by his ankles upside down, his tiny little fingers got caught in the curvature of the scissor handles and he was dangling and screaming upside down over Jaime’s tummy.  I captured the moment on film (which dates this story!).  The doctor pulled Kolton to his chest and slowly removed the scissors from his tiny newborn hand.  I later had the film developed and framed for the doctor’s office wall with the subtitle, “What do you mean I can’t play with sharp scissors until I’m older?!”

            I was allowed to follow the nurse and baby to the nursery while they stitched Jaime.  In the warming tray that I stood next to, I rubbed my hands together and was immediately burning the stress off my grandson.  The nurse came to my side and elbowed me stating, “Get out of the way.”  I calmly said, “I’ll get out of the way WHEN I GET OUT OF THE WAY.”  I KNEW what I was doing was important to his well-being.  Moments later, I moved and sat in the rocking chair in the room.  Minutes later, she put the newborn into my arms and I got to thrill at the fact to be the first one to hold him.  I spoke, “Welcome to our family and world, Kolton!”  His eyes struggled with the bright lights in the room…but I could see that he definitely recognized my voice while he had been in the womb.

            Sadly, I knew it was time for me to “exit stage-right” and allow Lee the opportunity to hold his son.  After Lee held Kolton, he asked me to walk around the hospital to have a cigarette and calm his anxieties.  As we walked, he told me that the reason he had to let me be the one with Jaime while she gave birth was due to a dream he had recently that exposed a problem in delivery and then he saw two caskets.  Lightheartedly, I said, “Lee, if there would have been a problem – there would have been one fast f-ing resurrection.”  Emphatically, Lee responded, “THAT is EXACTLY WHY YOU had to be the one with her, Gloria!”

            In that moment, I realized WHY God had called me WITHIN to sit in the rocking chair in her room, to open myself to His Presence.  I had FELT the “electrocution of Direct Contact” with Him….letting me know that Christ was on the scene.  The human consciousness of possible tragedy had been purified, allowing His spiritual nature and reality to shine through into our physical-appearing dimension.  Amen!  (And Hallelujah, eh?!)  That birth on top of being a miracle in one’s life had transformed into a supernatural LITERAL MIRACLE, as well.  Grandparenting.  Sigh.  I HAVE LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING.

            I was in the delivery room when Kathryn was born 11 years ago.  I did not see her again until she was toddling.  My daughter was in the Air Force and injured through vaccinations, giving her partial seizure disorder from over-taxing her immune system.  Momma was called to the rescue to “drive Miss Daisy” and care for the children while my son-in-law was away working on the railroad. 

            I had arrived on a late night air flight while Kathryn was sleeping.  When I awoke, she was sitting and having cereal at the table.  I sat to her right, cooing to her and lightly touching her back and leg.  Her response tickles me even to this day.  Her eyes were looking directly and intently at me as her first words to Granny B popped out of her mouth.  “Who ARE you?!”

            My daughter Danielle was running late trying to get to work and she asked me that first morning to diaper and dress Kathryn.  Of course, I agreed to do so happily.  Ugh.  The war on the home front began.  “Mommy do it, mommy do it” is all she chanted as she kicked and squirmed.  I knew I was going to win – but, man, I was exhausted.  No explaining to this child would suffice. 

            I dropped Danielle at the Air Base and drove my first grade grandson Eli to school.  On the way back to the house, I was stopping to get groceries.  As I started unbuckling Kathryn, her voice (still angry from the earlier incident) was filled with anger and hatred, “I NO YIKE YOU!”  I responded in a soft voice, “I NO YIKE YOUR BEHAVIOR EITHER, but we are still going shopping, girlfriend.”

            I am beginning with this story, not only because it was truly the beginning – but to show you that since that kid could speak, she would express her true feelings and not sugar coat any of it.  I was in complete admiration of this child from the start and knew that she will grow to be a strong woman of great importance because she came into this incarnation with courage and conviction.  It doesn’t matter if it is a full-grown man (as you will soon hear), Kathryn will look eye-to-eye with anyone and state the truth.

            At age six, during a holiday meal, she sat at the head of the table to my right.  Her grandpa arrived at the table with his plate of food and asked Kathryn to go to the other end and sit at daddy’s left.  She responded, “But, Grandpa I am already eating and you are standing….why don’t you just walk to the other end of the table and sit there yourself?”  He said, “I’ll just share the chair with you.  As he planted his butt onto the chair, it pushed Kathryn to her feet.  He said, “While you are standing, grab your plate and go do as I told you to do.”

            Kathryn took her plate and sat where he had told her to do so.  She took one bite, chewed, and swallowed.  She moved her position to her knees on the chair and placed her elbows on the table.  Using her body language, she leaned towards grandpa and said, “What you did was WRONG and you know it.  YOU ARE A BULLY.  You might be older, but you are still a BULLY.”

            My pride in Kathryn’s bravery gave me a soft glow inside and it sparked my courage.  I literally stood up from the table and looked at each of our family one at a time with my last view looking directly into grandpa’s eyes.  I said, “I stand with Kathryn on this one.”

            That child has taught me repeatedly by demonstration of how to stand up and how to verbalize what you believe in.  I know that someone with that skill-set established so early from birth can be a challenge for parents or adults in positions of power, but OMG I ADMIRE HER FORTITUDE.  I tell my daughter often that Kathryn will be such a strong woman to make a difference in this world if we can just keep her alive long enough to do so…

            Last Saturday at a Jiu-Jitsu competition, this 11 year-old 60 lb./”knee-high-to-a-grasshopper” kid (Granny’s genes…sorry Kathryn!) SHINED so brightly!  She became a contender for the final match with an 180 lb. teenager.  Her daddy looked across the room at me and I lip-read, “She isn’t going to have a chance.”  Kathryn surprised Daddy and the entire audience!

            As soon as she was given permission to begin, she lunged for his upper left thigh and whipped him left and right attempting to throw him off balance.  She was stuck like glue and he couldn’t shake her and peel her off.  After countless tries, he got her little fingers undone and she immediately flew to his back like a white lightning spider monkey and laced her tiny hands around his throat in a choke hold.  You could see his embarrassment.  He was either going to go down as the Goliath that hurt the little girl or the embarrassment that this little girl kicked his ass.  He was doomed to say the least.

            The match had to begin again and again.  Even when he did get her to her back on the mat, she grabbed his lapels, wadded up into a tiny ball and was kicking him as if she was in a bike marathon with endless energy.  She succeeded to get on top of him again.  She flew from his leg to his back REPEATEDLY!  She was a wild cat and now her Daddy had to lip-read my thoughts as the competition continued, “You are going to have to carry that kid off the mat – she is giving 110% to not lose.”

            The crowd was roaring with laughter and cheers with this match to the death/to conquer.  I, personally, have never felt that level of pride.  My thoughts wandered to the future.  Knowing the wide-spread rape and abuse currently on our planet…I imagined if in her teens…any guy tries to get too friendly in taking advantage of a girl – he is going to be extremely sorry he picked on a runt for his aggressive or rude behavior.

            As I prophesied to Brandon, he carried his daughter off the mat.  The only thing she ran out of was energy to fight against someone so much larger than herself.  As they passed by me, I congratulated her and said, “Baby, Granny B would hate to meet YOU in a dark alley!”

            Often times, others have told me in admiration how much courage I have as a survivor of violent gang rape, to take such a horrific experience and write an inspirational book of prevention and recovery for others.  (To do my part to end this insanity in this generation.)  I don’t get to take credit for that on a personality level.  My soul and its contract to do so gets the credit for survival and execution to follow through.

            I knew last Saturday at the competition that this experience would become the message for this month’s column.  I hope it has reminded each of you “that a little child can lead us.”  I encourage you today to make a mental list of the different forms of courage you have exhibited and those of your children and grandchildren.  It is that courage/conviction/patriotism that had our ancestors voluntarily choosing to enlist to serve our nation.  They often times lied about their age to serve our country.  Nowadays, they give volunteers “sign-in bonuses” to dangle the carrot to serve our nation in many instances. 

            Our beautiful United States of America needs you to awaken your courage.  Without being political…because what is happening is spiritual, not political…we, the people need you to be all you can be.  We need to unite in our Oneness with one another/different views/different perspectives AND KNOW there are “five fingers, but there is only ONE HAND” to be helpful to one another.  I raised mine and said,  “I’ll help” and so I have with yet another column this month.

            “When I grow up, I want to be just like Kathryn and never give up, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER GIVE UP!  Growing old is mandatory (in a human state of consciousness) – but growing up is optional, I’m told.

            Unfortunately, there are some crazy times ahead…inspired by some mentally ill individuals to cause havoc and chaos for humanity.  This column will hopefully trigger many of you to stand in your power, don’t get caught up in the drama, remain at peace, and awaken your courage to hold the line (of love).  Now will be the time to extend your helping hand to lift others He places on your path.  STAY FOCUSED.  YOU CAN DO IT.  DO NOT QUIT!

            Until next month, take care…I care….

Now and always,

Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.

Alias:  Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”