He came after breakfast, and our first meeting was via the FaceTime application on our Apple device. Both parents looked fantastic, but Mom was tired, as one would expect.
Parents should be the ones who make birth announcements, but I can tell you that he is heavy and healthy. His sister was with us, waiting. She was delighted to see him and will meet him later today.
I heard my granddaughter say, “Awwwwe,” when she saw him on the screen, and her head tilted slightly in that cute way that heads tilt when we see something delightful. It came from her heart, you could tell. She’s excited to hold him. After all, that’s what big sisters do.
Mom and Dad wanted this to be a private event; there was no peanut gallery during the birth. They were smart to lock us down with dog and childcare. It lets you be an essential cog in the wheel without becoming a tire chock to the progress in that special moment parents want to experience. I was full-on supportive of how they brought him into the world.
Sometimes, too many cooks in the kitchen cause us to lose sight of the soup.
These things can become spectacles on social media. The Inte
rweb squeezes a lot of magic out of our moments in the way it makes it all so accessible immediately. Instantaneous and sometimes insincere accolades follow, and too many emojis appear. That’s a lot of clutter to wade through when you want to rest and hold your newborn child.
I felt it essential to share it here, on my Newslog rather than smashing the post button on Facebook. I know many of you know that we were expecting another grandchild. So many have inquired, but I don’t want to disrespect parental wishes. And with the speed at which this blog makes it to the twenty-thousand subscribers, I know it surely won’t beat the parental announcement when they deem it time.
I am sharing a photo of my granddaughter in the shirt she picked out to wear for the first time she meets her baby brother. She was in the window with the dogs; they all like it there. She pointed out to me when she came from dressing, “Gramp, see the hearts?”
Yup, I sure do. I can feel them, too.
Be well.
From the Jagged Edge of America, I remain,
TC