Like most parents, I will never forget the feeling of holding each of my children for the first time. There was a huge sense of relief, both physical and emotional, as I counted fingers and toes, and rejoiced in feeling that precious puff of breath coming out of tiny nostrils. It was a new kind of love, like nothing I had ever felt before, but tinged with anticipation and even a healthy dose of fear for the adventure that was looming ahead.
Years later, the feeling of holding a brand new grandchild was similar, but different. There was button-popping pride for the journey of my child, this little one’s parent. Pure, unadulterated joy as I felt this precious little bundle filling my hands. But, this time, no fear. On the contrary, I felt only happy anticipation, knowing that while I would be around to help, the responsibility for the scary stuff ahead rested on someone else’s shoulders.
By the grace of God, my husband and I have experienced this grand feeling four times (so far). Each of these little bundles of joy has developed into a unique individual, and provided us with constant entertainment.
The first, born a little over twelve years ago came along when his mom (our daughter) and his dad were very young. His arrival cemented their bond, and they set out to prove to the world that they had all the right stuff to be very good parents. Grandson number one has always been extremely interested in how things work. Before he could talk, he imitated the sound and motion of the automatic garage door. Instead of using building blocks only to make tall towers and watching as they tumbled down, he constructed “airports” complete with runways. Empty shoeboxes and Scotch tape were the perfect building materials, and his imagination and creativity were limitless. Later, his Lego set was used to create ocean liners and spaceships. His laptop provided a way to create arrival and departure schedules. We are all very sure that he is on his way to a career in engineering.
Grandson number two helped his mom and dad (our oldest son) prove something as well. It took a lot of hard work, sacrifice and prayers when he arrived during his dad’s senior year in college. This one was the family’s super hero, very comfortable in a mask and cape. Nowadays, he loves to talk about monsters of the deep, and all things that live under the ocean. He lives for adventure and danger, on television and in real life. He conquered a ruptured appendix this year and came back to bring home a trophy in baseball. Scuba diving and marine biology seem to lurk in his future.
A year and a half later, we welcomed number two’s little sister, the family’s new princess. Dainty and feminine from the beginning, she waited until her third birthday to do much talking, but has not stopped to take a breath since. Her favorite color, of course is pink. Purses, shoes, dresses, jewelry, and when proper, a good tiara will always make her smile. She loves growing flowers, and helping out in the kitchen. As the younger sister to a rough and tough boy, she certainly holds her own, and keeps the family organized. She will be the CEO of someone’s company, and a great wife and mommy at the same time.
When Grandson number one was seven years old, his little brother arrived to remind his family how to have fun. Nicknamed Pogo because of his constant bouncing, he seems to be always on the go. His best friend has been Mickey Mouse since a very early trip to Orlando. Since Mom works from home, he has learned to entertain himself, which can lead to big adventures with his canine playmates if she averts her gaze for more than a few seconds. This one is also super considerate, and one of his first full sentences was repeated as my hubby and I left for work. “Have a good day, Granny and Grandpa.” His future career will be as personal coach and trainer.
Since our middle son and his wife have not yet added to the family, there is a high probability that our future grands will be born in the sunshine state of Florida. This will be perfectly fine with Granny and Grandpa, as we will mark our calendars and make reservations for frequent visits. Perhaps, someday we will even transfer the family headquarters to the peninsula between the gulf and the Atlantic. Hopeful dreams keep us young.
God has such a perfect plan, and we rejoice to see the blessings of a long and healthy life. Enjoy those grands this summer, and feel free to brag on them by sending your letters to me in care of Ouachita Life, or on my blog at www.jennycarlisle.net.