There is so much emotion, on so many levels, that it spills out of my eyes each time I see him in person, see photos or video, or even when I think of him. What a precious gift he is! I have become someone special just because he exists. I find that tremendously motivating…inspiring.
There is awe. I feel a connection at a cellular level. I feel wonder at the miracle of this entire pregnancy. And there is a great deal of gratitude.
He is small, and cute, and even though he arrived early, dependent upon machines of many kinds for his first few days, I do not sense vulnerability. He is in charge, somehow, and very strong. He’s ready to go. And I feel so impressed.
When I look at him, I know I see a miracle, for he’s had such a ride already, just to get here. It is amazing they were able to conceive and carry him this far. Yet here he is with all of the right body parts and a great deal of determination. And I feel proud.
Seeing his parents like this — beaming with their own batch of emotions, mostly pure joy, showing the world they are happy and proud too.
Loving my son more than ever. To see him as a father shows me another element to his personality, his strength, his willingness to sacrifice, the love he is capable of. It glows in his face every second. I am so happy for him. And I see the baby is in very good hands.
To experience my daughter-in-law’s gratitude for the miracle brings me joy too. To see her sharing the wealth that is their son with my son, looking at him with love and pride, is an additional blessing. And I am grateful for her gentle strength as she embraces motherhood.
All of these emotions, if they had mass, would be suspended in an enormous swirling sea of love — with a pink-red glow and comforting warmth. My grandson has arrived and so far has made such an impact on this mere mortal, that I shall be in the palm of his hand forever.
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Coolz, Pegz! Give him nice no-hurtz noogies. K?
PZ. Thwack sez – HARR!! (Heez beez kooky clopz.)
Peg, I am dripping green with envy. Sigh. I look forward to the day when I, too, can behold a grandchild with this same wonder and gratitude. Meanwhile, I’ve enjoyed your reflections!
Lovely to hear from you Sandra! It is life-changing…I wish you a speedy graduation into grandma-hood! I envy your canoe-on-the-river. So there!