It is March 22, Tuesday, and I woke up to learn the mom (daughter in law) was in labor, as of 4 a.m. We are expecting a warm 75 degree spring
day. Brussels Belgium was the mark of
the terrorists today as bombs were set off around that town early this morning,
capturing the attention of the news anchors on TV. The President is visiting Cuba, the first for
a President in our lifetime, as Cuba has long been a place we did not have any
dealings with. But all of these things will be long forgotten and this day will
soon only be remembered as the day Mimi’s 3rd grandchild was born,
born to Adam and Jei, named
Nicolas. He was born at 11:20 a.m., 7
lbs 9 ozs and 21 in’s long. He will be
great. No doubt. At least in our eyes.
No drug can match the euphoric rush of
pleasure and relief at knowing both mother and baby are well; the intense wave
of love that sweeps over you for the newborn baby boy. The first time you hold that grand baby in your arms and call yourself grand mother or grand father, Mimi or RiRi, an awareness floods over you that life will never be the
same again. Another human being is now dependent upon you. More than anything
else, you want to be the best grandparent possible. You want to be healthy, live long, and enjoy watching him
grow up. All of these sort of things come to mind.
The best kept secret in the world is the
joy of having a baby. I like to call it “the
best day ever.” It is only surpassed by
the joy of having a grand baby. The love and laughter the child brings into your
life is immeasurable. Your life seems to have renewed purpose and meaning. One
of the great moments of your life is when you see the baby’s face for the first
time. It is just the greatest feeling.
