As we await the arrival of our first grandchild, friends who are already grandparents have been telling us about the wonders we are about to experience. They have gushed about the warm, wondrous ways of grandchildren. We’ve been told the relationship with this new person will be like no other. I think of how dramatically our son and daughter-in-law’s life will change and, yet, I’m told ours will as well. I’m already feeling an extreme level of love and concern and what I’ve realized, and this is, perhaps, the basis of the intense feelings we’re told we’re about to experience, is that my love and concern come in layers. I not only worry about a myriad of possibilities regarding the yet-to-be-born grandchild (because worrying is part of what I do), but I also worry about my son and daughter-in-law. I not only love my yet-to-be-born grandchild (because love is also part of what I do), I also love my son and daughter-in-law. It’s as if every joy, every concern, every laugh, every tear is amplified because it affects not only this new little person, but also two adults I love.
I didn’t set out to have seven kids. I loved the first one with what I thought was all my heart. Yet, with each additional child, the love volume of my heart grew correspondingly. Now, as we anticipate this new relationship, it’s as if an entirely new annex has opened up in my heart and the path to this annex is through the layer of love and family already there.
Open the door – I’m going in.