Not just for those geese and myriad other birds I’ll see this morning in the park, sitting on their nests, nurturing their chicks or leading their toddlers from nesting place to water …
Nine years ago this morning, my first-born gave birth to her first-born, and I became a grandfather.
Few things in life could equal that feeling, excitement, and swelling pride.
People said congratulations, as if I had something to do with it …
But I did have something to do with it.
My part was both small and huge.
We have children – whether on purpose, planned and intentional or by accident, but it doesn’t matter how. Adoptive parents and ‘oops parents too’ that I’ve met have no less intense or potent a connection to their offspring.
While I’m thrilled my granddaughter celebrates a birthday today, I’ve been pondering my expectations.
We all want to see them grow up, graduate, thrive – have adventures and a very full life, and a life full of possibility.
Sadly, some people don’t get that chance.
I probably won’t see them till we get the all-clear on COVID in July, and by then, she’ll have mastered her birthday skateboard – there will be nothing for me to do but grin and enjoy the moment.