My first grandchild was born last week. His name is James and I am over the moon with happiness for my son and his wife. For me too. I keep reminding myself that having a grandchild is not a redo for my parenting but an opportunity to love unconditionally and not sweat the small stuff.
And so begins the life of being a Dad, for my son.
I raced up to see our first grandson, but my husband was traveling and couldn’t get there until today.
His face was already puffing out by day two.
Adoration and total awe were written all over my husbands face.
It was so similar to his reaction when our son was born…32 years ago today.
James has already been to the pumpkin patch…
…and was not impressed. His goblin face…sums up his reaction.
As I watched my son and daughter in law nodding to sleep during our visit, I was vividly reminded of the sleep deprivation that goes along with a new baby. It’s a wonder we all survive it.
They’ve been plowing through the meals I stocked their freezer with… so this week I’ll be making up a batch more.
This has been a tough year for our family and the explosion of joy that James has brought to us all is a miracle. We have been blessed. My daughter in law is a true gem. My heart explodes with gratitude that James is healthy, and pride for the man my son has grown to be.