This has been the most distracting deadline ever. Two nights ago my son and his girlfriend went to the hospital, and yesterday my first grandchild was born!! I wanted to drop everything, go to the hospital, and see Lincoln up close. But the folks who print Tidewater Women would not be happy if I missed my deadline, so duty has kept me bound to my chair even if I’m not entirely focused on what I’m doing.
My friends who have grandkids have been saying for years how wonderful it is to be a grandparent. I always shrugged it off and thought to myself that I was too young to be a grandmother and having a grandchild was way off in the future. Then when we found out Ross and Katie were expecting, the gushing started up again. “Your life will never be the same once that baby gets here,” one friend said. “You will never be the same,” another friend shared.
I shrugged all this off, too, thinking, well, I just don’t know if I’m going to fall head over heels with this baby. I shared my thoughts with a friend at church, who admitted she didn’t immediately go all ga-ga when her grandkids started arriving. Now she says she can’t get enough of them.
So I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Then Katie’s labor started, and I felt this strange feeling: worry and love and a connection to something inside that’s so deep and nameless, I can hardly describe it. It’s like there’s a thread running through me, connecting me to my ancestors, to Lincoln, and to the generations to come. It’s a feeling of timelessness and continuity, a sense of the past, present, and future all jumbled up together. It’s like we are the water in a fountain that never runs dry.
I’m finally getting what all the gushing is about, and I haven’t even met my grandson yet. So this will be a short note because I can hardly sit here any longer! Please forgive me if you find more than the usual number of typos and grammatical errors in this month’s issue. I am doing my best!
Meanwhile, I am sending out hugs to all the grandparents out there—and children and grandchildren and ancestors and future generations. Let’s try to live in harmony, for our grandchildren’s sake.