Grandbaby

What's it like to have a new grandson - a first grandchild?

I mean aside from the obvious amazement - because a new baby is a miracle. Just look at that perfect ear, with all its swirls and dips and ridges and intricate designs. I understand the biology - but it just isn't enough to explain the miracle of that perfect ear, of that new life. And those long eyelashes - just like Sean's!

A grandchild affirms the strength of life. That life will find its way over, above, around, past, through all obstacles. It will struggle to emerge and, in our awe, we will circle around to protect it. A grandchild reminds me of my priorities - creating and caring. Reminds me that it's not about me.

Time collapses with a grandchild. I wonder - what happened to the past few years (33 since his mother and her twin sister were born)? Wasn't I just having a baby? The memory of that buoyancy - that surge of energy and hormones that enables us to endure sleeplessness and pain - is in my bones.

Welcome, James.