I remember the day each of our children was born. I remember the crush of responsibility that I felt knowing that I was somebody's "Dad". It didn't really hit me until a few hours after Ian was born and I finally peeled myself away from the hospital to get a couple of Taco Bell burritos. Even though I was exhausted and starving I wanted to get back to the hospital right away to check on Julie and take care of Ian. It's been that way, every day, since that first day.
Becoming a parent is special, but I also think becoming a grandparent must be overwhelming in a different way. I'm speculating here, but my suspicion is you immediately remember the birth of the now Mother or Father. You cannot imagine how it all went so fast and you worry that even though everyone has somehow made it, the future is still uncertain and the world can be a big, scary place. For a moment though, you are at peace - like holding your child for the first time - you are holding your grandchild, your legacy - and there is pride for a job well done.
This is a special picture to me - Mom and Dad and their first Grandchild, Ian Christopher Forth.
1 comment:
This is such a great picture. Your parents are the best! I have so many pics of them coming to hold my babies when they were first born, too. I don't think I could have survived my first few days as a mother without having my Aunt Barbara to call every 10 mins about something! They are both always so kind, gentle and genuinely interested in kids. Your little ones are lucky to have them as grandparents! Thanks again for all of these great pictures.
Love,
cousin Dawn
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