There is nothing like holding your grandbaby in your arms for the very first time. When my son and his wife had their son, my son put him in my arms. Immediately, I burst into tears. Beyond moving. Everyone in the room said in unison, "awww."
It was a priceless moment. It was also priceless when I met my adopted grandbaby for the first time. I just wanted to hold her and never let her go. It hasn't changed a bit. She will be two next month. Her brother will be six the same week.
My daughter will be having her first baby in early 2016. I will be there and more than ready! I think about what it will be like holding her baby for the very first time. Yes, I will have tissues on hand. I will also be helping out for a while and will be there before she gives birth. This Nana doesn't want to miss a single thing.
Being a grandmother is an interesting experience. I remember my mother telling me that she worried more about the grandchildren, than she did with her own children. I can surely second that. It isn't just your own child, it is theirs as well. If they are hurt, you are hurt for your own child.
It won't be long before I will have three grandchildren. I know I am so lucky to be a part of their lives, to be able to visit often, to care for them. A third generation in our family.
And when I see my new grandbby, I will have tissues on hand. I guarantee I will be using them!
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