I’ve always been intrigued by newborns.  I remember when my daughter was born just watching her every move and being thrilled by it all. The little scrunchy facial movements, her arm and legs moving in all directions, her little baby noises.  It was the closest I ever came to heaven on earth.  Fourteen months later with the birth of my son I was too busy with two babies to be able to afford myself that joyous pleasure. Sorry Sam, well actually, sorry self.

For the past two weeks I have been helping my daughter after the birth of my newest grandson, Mikey. Again I was able to bask in the wonderment of a new life.  Now that I am home my mind continues to visualize that tiny little face, those little hands and feet, the way he yawns, hiccups, and the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment when he finally burps.  When that happens everyone in the room cheers.  The 1200 miles that separate us bothers me.  Jet Blue will benefit.

Now his big brother, an almost three year old, I will call Cakie, is an entirely different pleasure. He  just makes me laugh with his antics and warms my heart when he runs up to me, puts his arms around my legs and says, “I love you, Grandma.”  He’s lost his thrown as the king of the castle and at this point is dealing well with that. His Moms and their friends make it a point to give him time and presents when they come to see Mikey.  Cakie like all of us likes to get presents.  He plays with the present for a while and then always says to the person, “I really like this.”  There have been a myriad of gifts each thrilling to him.  Little pills like capsules when soaked in water become small sponge toys. My personal favorite. A small SCUBA diver toy that allows me to tell him that Grandma knows how to SCUBA dive.  I’m a hero for a moment until he goes onto the next thing. Books and more books. There are some benefits to giving up the crown.

I am truly a Goldengrrrl when I see my children happy and when I see my grandchildren period.

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