My daughter
called me from Italy to tell me I had “jinxed” her. In less than two seconds
flat I screamed so loud she could have heard me in Verona without the phone!
She and her husband were barely 23 and I was 47…and we were all starting into a
journey that would forever change our collective lives. She was pregnant.
When she was
about 8 weeks along, I flew to Italy for a week to visit. She was beautiful and she still had a flat
stomach, but every day I talked to the little “bean”. I told him how much I
loved him and that I was his Gramma. She laughed at me and said he could not
hear…but I knew he could. The connection was made and we were forever entangled
in this messy, beautiful place called love.
When they
got back, she was in her 6th month and I spent quite a bit of time
photographing her bump. She told me that
she wanted me in the delivery room but her husband had not decided on it
completely, so I would have to wait and see. I was as patient as I could be but
when she was in labor and going into transition, and he still had not decided
if I was in or out, I figured I needed to bring it up. I simply told him that
she was getting close and I understood if he wanted me to leave but he would
have to tell me...soon! Instead, he asked me to stay and take pictures because
he realized he could not be with her and photograph the birth too. I was ecstatic,
but just kept on trying to help until it was time. I grabbed my camera and witnessed
the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
I had four kids, the first (his mom) was born
by c-section and I was asleep…so I missed that one. The others had the rear
view mirror thing to look into but I was too busy to notice what was happening,
so this birth was a first for me in many ways. When thy put him in the warmer,
and put the gook in his eyes, I was right there. He held my finger while I
talked to him and took a million pictures of his first few minutes. When he
cried, I whispered his name and cooed to him that everything would be fine. I
told him how much I loved him and I stayed with him until they could wrap him
up and give him to his mommy and daddy. To this day I tell him I was his first
friend, while the doctors and daddy were tending to Mommy, I was with him.
I spent the
first week with them to help out and for a year, I came every Friday and stayed
the weekend so they could get some sleep and have a date now and then. I still
think about those Saturday mornings when he was so tiny. I got to get up with
him and just talk to him (and take more pictures) until his parents got up.
I loved being a grandma, but it took a while
before I figured out why I loved it so much. I loved him but it was not the
same intense love I had for my own children. I kept waiting to feel THAT
feeling…but it never came. One day, I watched my child with her child and I
figured it out. Loving him, gave me another way to love HER! Through him, I
could continue to be a mom to my daughter, teaching, helping, sharing and
growing with her as she learned the very things she had taught me about
motherhood and unconditional love. I could show how much I loved her by giving
her a night off every now and then, by clapping every time he hit a new
milestone and by cheering her on every step of the way as she chartered the
murky waters of first time motherhood. Mostly I could be a support in the way
that only I could be. She knows I understand everything she goes through as a
mom…because she remembers me going through it all those years ago as I
navigated first time motherhood with her.
I now have
three grandchildren and I can honestly say that the love I have for them is
completely unconditional. It is not the same love I have for my own children,
but it is pure and sweet and honest. I love watching them run from their
parents to me and back again. I delight in their screams of joy when I come in
their homes and when my oldest asks me if he can spend the night on school
nights, I wish with all my heart he could. I can take it when they cry and I
can tell them no when I have to. I spend my weekends and my summers and my vacations
watching them, playing with them, taking them places and helping their parents
as much as I can…because six years later, the same thing is still true. My love
for my grandchildren is another way to show love to the people in my life I
love more than anything in this world…my children.
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