I love my
grandchildren. They are sweet, full of life, energetic and a part of my blood
line. Each one is unique. I have spent a lot of time with each one of them,
enjoying them and getting to know who they are, their likes and dislikes.
When I entered the
hospital room, I saw Juliette wrapped in a pink blanket and hat. Her other
grandparents were there holding her. She was the center of attention, oblivious
to anyone and everything, just sleeping away. Occasionally, she would yawn and
make a small noise and sometimes she opened her eyes, as her other grandparents
snapped pictures of her. As usual, I forgot my camera. But I did smile watching
the first time grandparents. I had been in their shoes, 16 grandchildren ago.
And I think I forgot my camera then.
As an ‘old timer’
grandparent, I still took joy when I got to hold Juliette. It’s hard not to
stop looking at a baby. There is an overwhelming feeling of awe and joy realizing
that just a few hours ago they weren’t here. But now – here I was holding
Juliette. She is here and we will all protect and take care of her. There is so
much love and joy to go around and around.
For me, there is the
pleasure of a baby’s smell. Maybe it’s the new born smell but it’s different,
fresh and clean. That is one of my favorite smells.
Welcome Juliette! You
may be #16 but there is a lot of love in my heart for another grandchild. And
for the others to come.
Ahhh....congratulations Mary!
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