Life is often called a journey, and I think that is true. But I’m an avid reader and also a writer, which means that when I think of my life, I tend to picture it more as a book. Just like life, books have definite beginnings and endings. The interesting part is what happens in between and the story is usually divided into specific chapters. My life’s “chapters” are the highlights of my story, such as graduation, marriage, my first job, the birth of my children, etc. And now I am beginning yet another chapter, because two days ago my daughter gave birth to her first child and I became a grandparent.
Many of my friends already have grandchildren, and they did their best to tell me just how special it is. And I believed them, I really did. But I still totally unprepared for the absolute joy and wonder I felt when I first saw my brand-new grandson. He seemed like nothing less than a tiny little miracle. And just as I did with my own newborn babies all those years ago, I fell in love with him, immediately and absolutely.
He’s not even a week old yet, so the role of grandparent is still new to me and I don’t really quite know what to expect. I hope he will always know how much I love him and that he can always count on me. I want to be the sort of grandmother who enriches his life, and maybe gets the chance to spoil him, just a little bit. I’ve heard that what grandparents are supposed to do.
I see so much of my daughter in him already, and when I look at my son-in-law, I have no doubt that my grandson is blessed with a wonderful father and role model. I hope they both know I’m always ready to offer my support as they adjust to parenthood, with all of its joys and all of its demands. I know they are going to be terrific parents.
I’m not exactly sure what this next chapter of my life will bring. But I have to tell you, I can’t wait to find out….