Grandbaby #2 has arrived and, as I wrote in Grandma: APuddling Mess, I’m overflowing with love AGAIN!
He was born three days ago after a full night of labor for my daughter and two hours of phone calls and texts with me. I had slept for two hours before the first text alerting me to her contractions and I slept for two hours after the last text from the hospital two hours later. When I awoke at 4:00 a.m. I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep and I wanted to start prepping to be gone for a couple of weeks. At 8:35, just before I was ready to leave, I received the text I was waiting for – he had arrived!
When I finally pulled in to the hospital parking lot several hours later, I was excited, but reserved. After all, I’d done this before. My daughter’s room was full of people. Both she and her husband have large families and everyone has been awaiting the arrival of this little guy. On his daddy’s side of the family, this is the first grandchild. The baby was being held by one of his first time uncles who graciously asked me right away if I’d like to hold him (or maybe, at just shy of 20 years-old, a few minutes holding a baby had been enough for him). As I took my new grandson into my arms, I was filled with delight – beautiful, lots of dark hair, his hands tucked up by his face. Absolutely lovely.
It wasn’t until the next morning, as I scanned photos of him posted by family members, that it really hit me. It’s not just that I’m a grandma again, it’s that this little guy is now part of our family. I suddenly realized the immensity of that. He will share holidays, birthdays, and family dinners with us. He will soon recognize me as one of his special people.
There are plenty of not-so-great things about aging: stiffness, aches and pains, wrinkles – I don’t need to go on. But there are also plenty of good things about aging: wisdom, calm, the ability to wear a red hat or a tiara if one so chooses, but perhaps the best thing about aging, the very best thing, is being a grandparent.