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I have just received the phone call – I am a grandmother!!! It’s a baby girl and she’s named after my mother.
Three days and 3,000 kms later, here is my daughter standing in front of me with this bundle in her arms. I cannot compute! She is the image of my daughter when she was born. As I look at her I realise this can’t possibly be the same person at two different ages! I am frozen to the spot and don’t know what to do. So I just stand there–dumb and in a bubble where all sounds are muted–while people are talking and laughing around me. Then I notice my granddaughter’s ears – aha! They are her father’s and it is like the jigsaw piece drops into place. The world starts to move again. NOW I can hold my first grandchild.
Later that night she is quite distressed and crying. After some time, I climb out of bed, suggesting that my daughter rest while I take over for a little while. I hold the baby out in front of me and look into her eyes. “What’s wrong, Little One?” I ask her.
She stops crying for a few seconds, makes eye contact with me, and with her little lip trembling I “hear” as clear as a bell: “Oh my God, what have I done?”
I start to cry with her–a rude awakening to the world and her journey, methinks! (I might add here that she has been born into a loving and nurturing family.)
She is now in her 20’s and has forgotten all this, of course. She is doing famously and handling her life really well, so I guess the old adage that God never gives us more than we can handle is true! We are very close, even though many kilometres separate us. Visits are a treat with lots of catching up. Granny is a good sounding board for plans for the future and why-do-I-feel-like-this conversations. I do feel blessed with both my granddaughters.