And Amongst All This Division…

…there are two little baby boys that are my grandsons…

Nothing will ever make a middle-aged woman’s eyes leak like holding her grandchildren for the first time…

My middle son’s son was born on June 11th; six weeks early. He was in the NICU for just over a week at a hospital about an hour away before being transferred to our local hospital a week ago.

  I visited as much as I could, but wasn’t allowed to hold him until today.

My step-daughter gave birth to her son this morning, and while we were waiting to see him, I slipped over to the nursery, scrubbed in and held my GrandBoo (my middle son’s son) for the first time. 

He is soooo tiny. He opened his eyes a few times and made some awesome faces while I cuddled, cradled and talked to him. I asked him, “Could you be more perfect?” At which point he wrinkled his nose and appeared to shake his head no. I was no more good. I sat with him for a while, snuggling, cradling, smiling at and talking to him before heading back to my step-daughter’s room.

Once there, I held my other grandson for a bit before handing him over to my husband.

I came home, my shirt smelling of babies, my eyes leaking at odd times, and feeling oddly at peace, in spite of the drama that is our country right now.

I wonder what the world will be like when they are our kids’ ages, or even our age.

All I know is that a new life, when held in your arms, will make you forget about the drama du jour and make you focus on what is really fundamentally important…

Until next time…


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