He looks at me with those big brown eyes, he's got me in the palm of his hands

 I became a Gigi last week.  My first grandbaby was born 4 weeks early and I am still in disbelief how this little boy is now a dad.  It was just yesterday that I was woken up and told he had a fever, and I needed to authorize a spinal tap for my 3-day old infant.  Now?  He is a dad.  He is dealing with pediatrician appointments and hospitals and bottles and diapers.  How?  But I can tell you something - I have been proud of him millions (that is NOT an exaggeration!) of times in his 27 years on this earth, but never more than I am right at this moment.  

When my daughter in law was in labor, I was glued to my phone the entire night waiting for updates.  Early in the morning that Monday I got the text that SJ was born!  That first photo came through and I just lost my breath.  It was like her father was born all over again.  All I could see was his little face.  Now I know she will be her own person, and she will have traits of both her parents, obviously.  But when my son was born all ANYONE could see was my father's face (still do!) and when his daughter was born, I saw his.  

I got a phone call late on Saturday that he needed me to come to Arizona.  I was on a flight the next day ready to meet my granddaughter.  I was not prepared for the emotion I felt when I saw MY BABY coming off that elevator in that deserted hospital pushing his preemie daughter in the stroller.  I was unsure of how I would feel the first time I saw that perfect little girl, but my first instinct and my first reaction was to hold my son.  I am not sure he will understand until his daughter is grown how a parent never outgrows that instinct to comfort and protect their child.  But he's a man...he's a husband and a father - I need to know my place and remember it.  But in that moment?  He was my child.

Watching him this week caring for his daughter (who, by the way is perfection in human form - not because she's my granddaughter - but because she is!) and his wife I have never been prouder of the man he has become.  I insisted they both get sleep and let me have the night shift - it was not easy because they are already amazing parents - but they relinquished and let me take the middle of the night/early morning shift.  The gift that that was to me I cannot describe.  Sitting and holding her and feeding her and just staring at her perfect little face I was transported back to when her daddy was born. It was the bliss I didn't necessarily get to experience when my babies were small.  I had too many other people I had to take into consideration. But those middle of the night feedings when it was just me and my kids when they were babies was a special kind of magic.

Being a Gigi is a second chance.  But more than that it is getting to see my son experience it for the first time.  Watching him feel all the feelings - watching

him grow into this new role.  Watching him excel at it, like he has done in every area of his life.  I can't help but think that somehow, he will remember when I kissed the boo boos and I protected him from anything and everything I could, that I still would if he would let me.  That I was and always will be there for him whenever he needs me.  Although we are separated by states and time zones, nothing will ever stop me from being there whenever he needs. And that little girl is so incredibly lucky to have him as her daddy. And I am so lucky to have him as my son.  This past week?  Was not just a day in the life...it was the beginning of a whole new one.

Easy like Sunday mourning...

 

This morning I woke up (if you can call it that - I was literally up every hour 19 minutes past the hour) and I felt unnerved.  It is Sunday - the most perfect day of the week for me - so literally What the fuck?  I slept in (I need to not do that, it is NOT good for me) and felt like I had lost my best friend.  I did my usual, grabbed my coffee and went to start my morning routine.  I started with my journal because lately after doing my gratitude, time with God and prayer journal I have nothing to say in my journal because I feel so good.  So today I started backwards.  And out it flowed.  Tomorrow marks the 10 year anniversary of losing my mom.  10 years - how?  It feels like yesterday, how have 10 years passed? It made me think of all that has happened since she left and then it all started flowing.  Losing her was so painful, but during that time the other part of my life ended and I believe that is what I am still grieving.  I hadn't thought about it before in that way.  My daughter and I always talk about the last decade being so painful and with so many changes and we firmly believe this next decade will be one of peace and happiness.  We have definitely earned it.  I think she has for sure.  When I look at life from her point of view the fact that she is as magical as she is shocks me.  But, you'll have to read her blog for that stuff - she is a gifted writer and not afraid to share her journey.  https://substack.com/@thechakrafairy

But this is about my grief and what I realized this morning I am grieving.  I am grieving my fairy tale, my happily ever after.  My dream of having that home with the welcoming front porch covered in grandchildren and my children close by.  Holidays and dinners with me in the kitchen with my loving husband as we exchange knowing glances as we watch the grandchildren play and our adult children playing a game at the table or simply watching something on TV and catching up on life and their views. This....this was my lifelong dream and it's one that I am realizing I need to let go of.  It's not in the cards for me - my first grandbaby is being born across the country this year, my oldest son is not in my life and that loving husband has never materialized.  And after writing in my gratitude journal about how grateful I am for the life I have I said I am always feeling like there should be more - and that other people have these grand dreams and plans and I don't.  I am quite content with my life and I KNOW how lucky and blessed I am - every single day.  I have things that a lot of people long for - I have faith, and peace and dare I say happiness these days.  But in order to fully embrace all the good in my life, I have to grieve what is left behind.  

As I wrote a letter to my mom this morning and I told her about all the things I have to be grateful for she reminded me of what I had lost on the way to this point.  That is where it all came out.  My dreams and goals from when I was a little girl were so very different than most people.  I achieved them, but they don't look the way I had hoped.  And that's okay - life rarely looks the way you thought it would, but that doesn't make if any less blessed.  It is also okay to mourn the life you thought you would have, just don't set up camp and stay there.  Because today is a beautiful day in the life.