Just the other day Becca let us know that the time for her first grandchild to make it's grand entrance was no longer some mythical day way off somewhere in the future. It was now. Today. She has so looked forward to this moment, and as with so many wonderful things in life happening to those we love, we were along for the ride.
Another miracle. So many times I have seen adults with children grown and on their own reduced to walking tapioca by the birth of a grandchild. The love is evident in each picture. To once again have what you thought was your reality rearranged by the smallest of packages is something miraculous. The "glow" on each adult face is obvious. The changes for the parents is easy to understand, but for the extended family the shift in perspective is a little surprising. Grandparents remember anew what it was like when their own children were born. Somehow the ensuing period as children make their way into adulthood tends to take the lustre off the memory of when they first arrived....... all the way till a grand child is placed into your arms. The same connection as when you first laid eyes on your own is suddenly no longer a memory. It is again immediate, and just like before, totally overwhelming.
Little Olivia, welcome. It will be most of a lifetime before you could ever hope to fully realize the wonder of your arrival on the hearts of so many. Some day in the future you will laugh and cry as a little one you collaborated with God to create comes into this world. For the first time you will fully understand and fully comprehend just what your own arrival did for your parents. If you are blessed you will maybe see the day your grandchildren are born. Maybe then you will know what your birth did to your Granny Becca, and will realize just how much she loved you. Maybe the reason we use analogies for God as a parent is because the closest we come to experiencing that total uncompromising and absolute love we attribute to God is when we are confronted with a newborn.
Thanks be that the cycle never ends.
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