Something deeply primal & instinctual happens at the birth of ones first
grandchild. Yet another life thing nobody informed me about. Oh - they told
me how fun grandkids are -they told me how they wish they'd had them first...
None of them said anything about the deep, gut, primal thing that happened when
I saw that baby. It must come from the time when the women of the tribe banded
together in support of the birthing mother & new babe.
That baby that looks & feels & smells so much like a child
I birthed 25 years ago...The child standing right beside
me. yet... not quite... I am so incredibly proud of that son -
now father - of mine! The patience, strength, courage &
love he showed her. That primal response to that baby... It is one of the strangest, most powerful things
I've ever experienced... and I am *so* grateful....
So - welcome to our lives sweet baby Hunter!!! I'll do my best
to be a Nana you enjoy ~ a Nana who ~ when you are grown &
I am gone ~ you'll remember our times & smile.
4 comments:
you'll be one of the best nana's ever to have walked this earth...
he's lucky to have you!
OOhh.. I'm excited to meet him!
Well - I don't know about that...but thanks for the vote of confidence! I'm much more secure about grand-dogs. Give 'em a ratty old stuffed duck & a back yard & I'm a total hero!
I have to quote almost the same exact words you wrote to me in a card in February of 1978. (yes, I still have it in her baby book).... "He's (She's) beautiful, but then look at his (her) Nana (mom). :)
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