Primal Grandmother

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.