Everyone knows the angst of waiting. Parents know the added angst of your child going through pain and wishing you could take it on for them. It’s universal. I’m not a dad, but I assume they feel it just like moms do. Seems, it doesn’t matter how old your children get either.
My grandson and I filled the hours waiting for his new baby brother by baking cookies. My daughter had been trying to get me to bake since I got here two weeks ago and I resisted until now. I found it impossible to deny the request the morning she headed to the hospital. My resistance stemmed from the fact that I love the particular cookie she wanted me to make and I usually find myself eating them until they are all gone. Since I am just recovering from eating all those delectable Thanksgiving dishes, I was trying to keep away from temptation. The fact of the matter is I can resist anything except temptation.
I told you earlier that I was contemplating moving. Oh my goodness; the process of finding a home that I will love as much as the one I am in, is daunting. I have had many moments of giving up, but then I remind myself that a house is just a house and that being near family is worth all the hassle. I found my present home on a spur of the moment decision to go for a drive. I turned up an unknown drive that had a house for sale sign and the rest is history. I was hoping it would be as easy this time, but apparently (just like with clothes shopping) you have to NOT be looking to find exactly what you want. Go figure.
A healthy, perfect little baby boy has been added to our family. What a blessing. The feelings are even more intense for grandchildren than they were when my own children were born. That is hard to believe – but none the less, true. Life changes, goes on, moves forward and faster with each day. I wonder what is next.